update, 9/16/2011 547pm

We got home around noon, had lunch, and all took naps (except for Thomas who doesn't nap...ever). She is doing well, no pins, but a 3/4 plaster splint/cast wrapped in gauze, wrapped in an ace bandage, wrapped in surgical tape.

We had a fight going under the gas - fortunately, she only hurt me, not any of the nurses (I was draped over her legs, holding her hands and talking to her...it took 2 nurses holding her head still for her to get the gas). The first time she had to have gas, she managed to kick a nurse practically across the room, so the other times (broken nose and nor arm) I go in and hold her to protect the nurses since they haven't done anything to deserve getting hurt by her. Had to fight with the anesthesiologist (not one that we've seen before) and basically said if he didn't let me go back, we'd wait for the other anesthesiologist who knows us (he also was there for Ken's shoulder surgery) and who let me go back with her.

She fought coming out of the gas as well - screaming at Ken and demanding to be allowed to go home, then crying that it hurt too much and the doctors and nurses were mean bone breakers who had hurt her. We tag teamed and she tried the same with me. I reminded her that SHE broke her own arm..not once, but twice...and that all the doctor did was put it back the way it belonged. She kept demanding to be allowed to leave and I kept reminding her that we needed to wait until her pain level was done, pulse ox was normal, temp was normal....she got sucked into watching scooby doo on the little tv each area has. Got her to take some juice, tylenol 3, graham crackers, and a few bites of an ice pop.

She kept falling back to sleep and I told her she needed to wake up if she wanted to go home and the nurse actually had the audacity to tell me to let her rest - I pointed out we had been there since 8am, she had no right to yell at us as if WE broke her arm, and having been at this particular rodeo several times before, I know how they operate. I will say this was the WORST nurse we have ever had to deal with at outpatient surgery/recovery...obnoxious, rude, ignored us when we had questions (like when Bek said her arm felt hot...warning bells for mom until they explained it was part of the drying process for the plaster). I honestly think this was the same nurse that made the snarky comments when Ken had his shoulder surgery and I helped him get his socks and shoes on...whatever....

So, Bek started waking up a bit, I was able to get her dressed (found some loose tops for her since she has a HUGE right arm now), and we chatted a bit. Took forever for the nurse to get the release papers to us and she basically ordered me to leave my daughter and go get the car....Ken went back to recovery when I got the car..no way was I leaving a 7yo to the tender mercies of Nurse Ratched!

So...Bek and Tom are watching tv right now, dinner is cooking, we are all kind of tired. Not sure how we are going to get her set up for bed tonight...when she napped with me, we had a pillow under her head and one on either side of her to keep her from rolling....but those were Ken's pillows...need to see if we have any more extra pillows hidden around here....

Night all...going offline at least until tomorrow night once I've gotten caught up on my sleep

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Hope you all sleep well tonight. Barbara in cold 59 degree SC

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Bobbie Sews More

Hang in there! Good thoughts coming your way!

Claudia

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Claudia

Wish I could pop over with spare pillows... We must have about 20 in the house!

Sounds like Bek has a full-blown panic attack when she has to be subjected to this sort of thing. My sister used to do much the same as a kid when having injections. Shame they don't use those nice dozy pre-op things any more... Poor kid. Give her my love, and tell her the better behaved she is, the faster it'll heal. Dunno how much truth there is in that, but it's worth a try! ;) It's what my granny used to tell us.

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Kate XXXXXX

On Sep 17, 10:34=A0am, Kate XXXXXX wrote:

We propped her up with the longish throw pillows from the couch on either side of her, plus the regular pillow under her head. She did fine until just before 5am when she woke me up because her arm was hurting. I gave her some T3 and we both went back to bed. Apparently she had gotten up earlier to get a new ice pack and that kind of messed me up a bit (gate at top of stairs was open). I spent the morning doing yard work, but Ken said she stayed down and was watching tv with her brother. She had been invited to a birthday party so I took her on the condition that if she was in pain, we were leaving (yes, I can tell when she's hurting even if she says she isn't). No T3 tonight, so I guess she's not in too much pain. She is also taking a homeopathic remedy to help promote bone healing, and we are keeping our fingers crossed that it does what it says it will do. I suppose we'll see how it is going on the 27th when we see the doctor again and have new xrays taken. We did book and pay the deposit for her birthday - doing build-a-bear at Michael's crafts the day before her actual birthday. She was upset that we weren't doing a huge thing at home until I pointed out that: she'll have the party with friends on the first, the party with family on her actual birthday, and then cupcakes with her classmates in school on Monday.....yeah, 3 days of celebration for her....sheesh....kids, gotta love them.

What I think is good is that she has less mobility in the plaster splint than she did in the cast, so she can't actually wiggle this time. Finger's crossed, though it's going to be hard to keep them that way for another week...lol. We solved the coat dilemma by finding a poncho and fingerless glove pattern tonight, and she picked out the fleece she wanted. It was a little big until I did some adjusting (as in falling off her shoulders and everything). She loves it, and it will keep her warm now that the mornings are starting to be chilly. Fingerless gloves might have to wait a bit longer as the first one didn't go all the way over the splint and all it's wrappings.

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larisavann

Lots of people aren't, and that's ok. I have only given her one dose today and won't be giving her any more until I see how things play out. When I helped her get dressed this morning, I barely touched her thumb and her eyes teared right up. I took a good look and noticed that her thumb and all fingers were swollen...her little bitty thumb was almost the size of MY thumb!! On-call doc said to elevate it above her heart for a couple of hours and swelling should go down a bit. HOWEVER, swelling is a normal thing, so we need to watch the color of the fingers and do the pinch test - pinch a finger and if it turns white, then goes right back to pink, it's ok. She may very well have to sleep on the couch tonight to keep her from moving all over the place while sleeping....right now, she's only allowed to get up to use the bathroom and then she has to wear her sling. it's a bit nerve- wracking, and I will be calling the doctor's office in the morning. We aren't sure about her returning to school tomorrow and I will check with the school nurse to see what she thinks.

If all is well, I will be taking them both to school as usual, but will also be picking them up after school to avoid her getting bumped on the bus - the 2 schools are right next to each other, so it just makes sense to me to swing by the middle school and grab Thomas instead of having to deal with the daily bus craziness. After this week, we will return to the normal routine....I hope. Oh, and Wednesday, I get to be an instructor for other parents - teaching them how to do the first grade take-home reading books....the RIGHT way, emphasizing the need for them to be there when they are scheduled, checking to make sure the level of book matches the level each child is on, etc...should be fun....lol

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larisavann

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