Last week we had Chad's family over for dinner. Grace and the twins were playing in the garden when I heard a scream and yelling. I lept up and ran down the stairs to find Grace screaming and lying on the ground outside the trampoline.
We got her standing and she was cradling her arm. As everyone crowded around, I took her to our room and Chad made sure we had space. She settled and said her aim was really hurting. I knew we had to go to A&E and so Chad farewelled everyone and we hoped in the car and raced to the local centre. It was 7.45 and the centre stops accepting patients at 8pm so we were happy to get in before the cut-off. Unfortunately, the X Ray office had closed early so we had no choice but to go to Middlemore. Took until midnight to get the cast on, a long time for a wee girl in pain. I was so glad I had the foresight to grab some pamol to give her as we went into Middlemore so the pain had eased a bit.
Grace was amazing, she teared up at times but was so brave and strong. She said she wasn't too scared as she had been through it before. Chad was awesome too - we were such a great team and I love how we supported me and as a family how we dealt with the stress.
She has been great with the cast over the past week, it is really heavy but she has managed. We go back to the hospital this week to either get the cast off (the swelling made them assume it is a break but it might actually be just a really bad bruising).
Mean while I am also a bit broken, trying not to think too far ahead and keep busy on small tangible things that keep my brain busy. I am fine, going to doctor next week to see if I should update my medications as all this mental gymnastics makes me so tired. But I am loved and supported and in times of stress, I know I have lots of people who have my back and will support me.