Being a reader of this blog, you must know that I don't like to waste any time in transferring our pictures and memories to this digital format. Often we'll go on an outing or vacation and the very night we return I'll be typing out blog posts. Well, our big event from this week is something I am certainly not anxious to record. In fact some of the sights and sounds of it are things I've been praying that God will take
out of my mind so I can sleep at night. But, we have some friends who may not yet know, so I will share Monday's accident for the sake of keeping everyone updated and in the loop.
At 12:30 on Monday, Delia took a nasty fall from some playground equipment at school and broke her left arm. Unfortunately it was the kind of break that caused her arm to not really look like an arm anymore. The staff and administrators who took care of her in those first scary moments are amazing because they stayed calm and reacted quickly. They decided it looked so gnarly, a 911 call was necessary. When a messenger came to my classroom to tell me Delia was hurt and in the office, I did not expect to find our school secretary on the phone with the paramedics discussing what to do when Delia "went into shock." By the grace of God, I was somehow able to stay calm too and focused straight on Delia, praying out loud with her as the 911 team gently put her mangled arm in a splint and loaded her onto a stretcher. And then we took our first (and hopefully last) ambulance ride!
Let me pause here and say that Delia is my hero. She was so brave. So tough. So strong. She was still and calm throughout the ordeal and barely even cried. And she was in immense pain. She hasn't been to school in a few days, but she is a bit of a super star right now. We're learning news travels fast when you leave school in an ambulance!
At the hospital, we were prioritized and given a private ER room. They quickly took X-rays and told us to prepare for surgery. The most waiting we did was for Delia's stomach to digest the lunch she ate right before falling. But, our ER nurses were wonderful, wheeling a small TV into our room and letting Delia watch a movie while the morphine kicked in.
They decided to try a procedure that would align the bones as best as possible and allow us to go home for the night and follow up with the surgeon the next day. Neither Dave nor I wanted to be the parent in the room for the gruesome procedure, but Dave did it and is my second hero. Delia was put under, thank goodness, because the things that happened during this time of bone aligning were the worst part of the day. I will not go into any detail except to say that it was a huge success and the doctors who did this for Delia's bones are optimistic we won't need surgery after all. We'll know for sure when we head to the orthopedics next week Wednesday. Delia's arm is very swollen and bruised, so she was fitted with a big squishy cast. A hard cast will come later and be worn for 8 weeks. She can't wait to get a pink one that her friends can sign.
Since she was unconscious, the second longest time we waited in the ER was for her to wake up and prove she was going to be okay. She had an IV, heart monitors, and oxygen nubs in her nostrils and she woke up dizzy, disoriented and puking. It was hard to see our little one in this condition.
But, our story ends happy. Once we finally made it home, over 8 hours later, Delia had perked up and was even smiling and cracking jokes! The past 2 days have been surprisingly great! She is only taking regular Tylenol for pain and is begging us to go back to school because she feels fine and is so bored at home. We're going let her try a half day tomorrow, with her spending recesses with me. She told me tonight as I tucked her in, "I'm SO EXCITED to go to school!!!", like it's a big vacation or something. Ella made us laugh when her night time prayer was, "Please remind Delia to be safe and don't let her break her leg...or her other leg...or another arm." AMEN, girl!
God is good and we have seen Him answer the prayers that a hundred friends have told us they're lifting up. What a blessing for me to be right at school when this happened! And that surgery, which seemed to be a certainty, may not even be needed. Delia has very little pain and her spirits are high. The staff and students at school have showered us with emails, texts and cards. Even in this awful accident, we see God working for the good and we have nothing but praise that we've been so well taken care of by everyone-- from the school principal who first tended to Delia to the ER nurses to the long list of friends who have offered specific help.
I'll leave you with a few shots of Delia wrapped up in a soft cast and sling, but happy nevertheless. Thank you, Lord, for your protection and goodness!!!