Six weeks ago it was a normal Monday and I got a call that no parent wants to get ... "Mrs. Roeder, Emma hurt her leg on the playground and now she won't walk. I don't think she is faking."
I was in the middle of a conference call for work and they were holding for me to take the call from daycare, I jumped off the call and ran to my car. From the sound of Emma's cries in the background of the telephone call and the description of Emma falling and then trying to walk, I knew that she had broken her leg.
When I got to daycare Emma was curled up in the Director's lap eating a lollipop, her face and hair stained with tears. I scooped her up, asked a few questions about how she got hurt, was able to watch a video of the fall, and then got Emma loaded into my car. I pulled the front passenger seat all the way up to its forward most position, took off the headrest, and leaned the seat back to give Emma a place to prop up her leg, and we headed straight to the pediatrician's office.
Emma's doctor's schedule was overbooked so they got us into see another doctor in the practice. Within a few minutes of seeing the nurse, Emma was given a dose of Tylenol and some fresh ice to help with the pain. Shortly after that, we were given an order for an x-ray at a nearby medical center and we headed straight there.
Getting Emma in and out of the car from daycare to the pediatrician, the pediatrician to the lab, and the lab back to the car was excruciating. I had never heard such cries of pain from Emma before. Each time I went to pick her up she would start crying even before I touched her. Luckily, I keep a stroller in the trunk of my car, so I was able to get Emma settled into the stroller when we got to the lab and angled the seat so that her leg was propped up and stationery. When the x-rays were taken, the technician and I didn't need a doctor to tell us her leg was broken. I physically hurt for Emma just looking at the x-ray.