Broken Wrist

I have decided that Abby is about the toughest little girl I have ever met. Last night, she lost her balance in Logan's room and fell forward. She tried to catch herself on his crib, but she still fell down. She cried a little, but was consolable. She ate a decent dinner, and then played as usual. Later that night, she was pretty cranky. We thought it was her acid reflux, but I checked her arms and legs to make sure she didn't hurt herself when she fell. I poked and prodded all over her hands and wrists. She didn't seem to be at all bothered. This morning, while she was eating breakfast, we noticed she wasn't moving her left arm, which is very unusual. She usually pats her chest with both arms. Knowing that her pain tolerance is abnormally high, we took her to have an x-ray. Sure enough, she has a broken wrist. It wasn't swollen, but the more they touched it, the more tender it must have felt. She will have a cast for 4 weeks (purple, of course). She was in a great mood all day. What a trooper!

Unfortunately, the hand that is fractured was her left hand. She uses her left hand to make choices and push the buttons on her toys. So far, with the cast on, she won't do anything with it. We are a little fearful that restricting it's use will affect the little function she does have in her left hand, but praying that forcing her to use her right hand will make that hand stronger than before.