The BREAK
On July 5, Me, my sister, and Skylar (my daughter) went to a friends house to watch the UFC fights. Skylar was the only child at the get together, and being the sweet, obedient child that she is, she was quietly sitting there playing her Nintendo DS as the adults in the room cheered on their favorite UFC fighter.
Skylar noticed that the host of the party had a trampolene in their backyard, and asked if she could go outside to jump on it.
When I got outside to supervise, I opted for quality bonding time with my daughter, so I climed up onto the trampolene to bounce around with her.
We were holding hands, and jumping together when somehow she landed wrong, and all I heard was a SNAP.
Skylar fell to the mat in agonizing pain. Screaming in a way I have never heard before. In those few seconds, I knew exactly what had happened. I fell to the mat crying and holding her as she screamed in pain. I could tell her ankle was twisted sideways and it immediately began to swell, so I just held her and tried screaming for help; Hoping the others in the house would hear my screams. They didn't. I told her that I had to go for help, I physically could not lift her and her broken leg safely off the trampolene by myself. I opened the door and calmly called for my sister to come outside. She stood up slowly and I just remember yelling at her "Now, I think Skylar has just broken her ankle!"
From there everything was a blur. My sister, could tell that I had lost all ability for calmness. So she took over the chaotic scene and directed people to get ice bags, a towel, and before I knew it the guys were putting my screaming, broken child in the back of my car. Aaryn drove us to the hospital, since I was in no mental state to drive. And I sat in the back seat holding my daughter's leg elevated above her heart as she screamed and cried. At the time, it seemed as if her screaming and pain increased my lack of ability to focus and parent properly. I too, was crying and could barely breath.
Aaryn dropped us at the E.R. front door, I got Skylar out of the car and carried her in to Baptist St. Anthony's hospital. She was screaming, due to the lack of support on her fractured ankle, and I was crying out of shear terror. We must have looked like a mess. I walked through the sliding doors just standing there holding my screaming daughter, and looking around with a somewhat bewildered blank starring cry. Three women who were in the wating room immediately stood up came to my rescue. One lady helped me support Skylar, the other lady started screaming "This lady needs a wheelchair!" and the other women took matters into her own hands and barged into the triage room and got a male nurse to come assist me. He took us to a room and helped me get Skylar on the bed. All I remember was him asking me..."What the matter mom, what happened?" I was so distressed and such a mess I'm not sure how I got the story out, but I did.
I cannot express to you how amazing it was to know that complete strangers would come to our aid in a moments notice. And let's not forget the AMAZING staff at B.S.A. I can't say enough about how professional and wonderful they were to us. All of them.
By the time our hospital stay ended, it was 3:30 a.m. and we were all exhausted, physically and emotionally.
THE VERDICT: Skylar had broken the tibia and fibula bones in her left ankle at the growth plate. That's right, 2 broken bones as well as torn ligaments. She had surgery just a few short days later and will have another surgery this December to remove the pins that were inserted into the break. Currently she is going to physical therapy and trying to gain strength in her ankle. Quite a traumatic break for an eight year old.
Yes, I am thankful that it was only an ankle; but this type of an injury can be devistating to someone so athletic.
Fastest female track runner in her grade between 4 schools. Loves Karate, soccer, and gymnsatics. Not to mention that a few weeks before her accident she went to Denver with her grandparents, her grandad took her to REI where she climed the 5 story rock wall and was presented with a certificate. Since no one her age has been able to do so. Impressive, yes. So that's why I am really worried about the severity of this break and the possible lingering effects it could pose to her later. We'll see. :)
Skylar noticed that the host of the party had a trampolene in their backyard, and asked if she could go outside to jump on it.
When I got outside to supervise, I opted for quality bonding time with my daughter, so I climed up onto the trampolene to bounce around with her.
We were holding hands, and jumping together when somehow she landed wrong, and all I heard was a SNAP.
Skylar fell to the mat in agonizing pain. Screaming in a way I have never heard before. In those few seconds, I knew exactly what had happened. I fell to the mat crying and holding her as she screamed in pain. I could tell her ankle was twisted sideways and it immediately began to swell, so I just held her and tried screaming for help; Hoping the others in the house would hear my screams. They didn't. I told her that I had to go for help, I physically could not lift her and her broken leg safely off the trampolene by myself. I opened the door and calmly called for my sister to come outside. She stood up slowly and I just remember yelling at her "Now, I think Skylar has just broken her ankle!"
From there everything was a blur. My sister, could tell that I had lost all ability for calmness. So she took over the chaotic scene and directed people to get ice bags, a towel, and before I knew it the guys were putting my screaming, broken child in the back of my car. Aaryn drove us to the hospital, since I was in no mental state to drive. And I sat in the back seat holding my daughter's leg elevated above her heart as she screamed and cried. At the time, it seemed as if her screaming and pain increased my lack of ability to focus and parent properly. I too, was crying and could barely breath.
Aaryn dropped us at the E.R. front door, I got Skylar out of the car and carried her in to Baptist St. Anthony's hospital. She was screaming, due to the lack of support on her fractured ankle, and I was crying out of shear terror. We must have looked like a mess. I walked through the sliding doors just standing there holding my screaming daughter, and looking around with a somewhat bewildered blank starring cry. Three women who were in the wating room immediately stood up came to my rescue. One lady helped me support Skylar, the other lady started screaming "This lady needs a wheelchair!" and the other women took matters into her own hands and barged into the triage room and got a male nurse to come assist me. He took us to a room and helped me get Skylar on the bed. All I remember was him asking me..."What the matter mom, what happened?" I was so distressed and such a mess I'm not sure how I got the story out, but I did.
I cannot express to you how amazing it was to know that complete strangers would come to our aid in a moments notice. And let's not forget the AMAZING staff at B.S.A. I can't say enough about how professional and wonderful they were to us. All of them.
By the time our hospital stay ended, it was 3:30 a.m. and we were all exhausted, physically and emotionally.
THE VERDICT: Skylar had broken the tibia and fibula bones in her left ankle at the growth plate. That's right, 2 broken bones as well as torn ligaments. She had surgery just a few short days later and will have another surgery this December to remove the pins that were inserted into the break. Currently she is going to physical therapy and trying to gain strength in her ankle. Quite a traumatic break for an eight year old.
Yes, I am thankful that it was only an ankle; but this type of an injury can be devistating to someone so athletic.
Fastest female track runner in her grade between 4 schools. Loves Karate, soccer, and gymnsatics. Not to mention that a few weeks before her accident she went to Denver with her grandparents, her grandad took her to REI where she climed the 5 story rock wall and was presented with a certificate. Since no one her age has been able to do so. Impressive, yes. So that's why I am really worried about the severity of this break and the possible lingering effects it could pose to her later. We'll see. :)
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