Nursemaid’s Elbow Rears Its Ugly Head.. Again

My day care director called me at 10 till 2 this afternoon saying, “I think there’s a chance your daughter broke her arm. I can call the rescue squad if you want. I’m not sure what you want to do.”

Me: I’ll be RIGHT there.

Ok, hell… I’m on the other side of town, but nothing 80 or 90 mph could not cure.

When I got to her, like I normally do, and see that she is still breathing and fine, having anticipated something worse when I saw her, my eyes welled up with tears. I asked her if she was ok and she burst into tears. She could not move her arm.

I drove her to the doctor and they got us in right away. We tried to put together what happened. She was on the zip line at school with another girl and started to fall. Megan grabbed her hand to keep her from falling, and she fell. We didn’t know if she fell on her arm or on her rearend or what.

It occurred to me… “You know, she HAS had nursemaid’s elbow in this arm before…”

Better safe than sorry, we thought, so it was off to the hospital for an xray. It was a rather loud, panicked xray, mind you, where I was calmly asking, “Is there any other position you can put her in than this?” because from just the sound of it, they were killing her with what they were doing, although I knew they were not. She was in a lot of pain.

Finally, the xray is good. The bones are not broken. Back to the doctor’s office, where the ligament was forced back to where it was supposed to be, and all was right with the world again.

It is rare, after age 4, to have nursemaid’s elbow. I guess we are just lucky.