On May 3rd, it was a normal day. In the evening Brooklyn was playing down stairs ( Basement )in the evening time around 7pm and she went to kick a soccer ball and some how landed on her arm the wrong way. She cried like every other child would when they fall down. Eric and I thought nothing of it. Eric carried her up stairs and we looked at her arm that she was holding. We noticed a little indent on her arm, but nothing looked too serious. She continued to hold it and cry. We were not sure what happen in the basement because Brooklyn was too emotional to explain it.
So after a few phone calls, we ended up calling my sister who was in nursing school and she asked Brooklyn to move her arm a few different ways. After a few of those movements she could do and not do, we realized she might of broken it. Eric took her to the Emergency room, while I stayed home with Bentley. After a few hours of them at the ER, I received a phone call explaining how Brooklyn needed her mom. I found a baby sister for Bentley 10pm and I headed to the ER.
Brooklyn's arm was broken. It was reported that it broke in two spots. A nice clean break so it didn't require too much work.
She was a very good sport. We had to explain everything to her, because she is very scared of the unknown especially at the hospital. We realized that we were going to be going to Southern California in a few weeks and that Brooklyn would have her cast on. Just another adventure. Brooklyn was told to have her cast on for 6 weeks. She headed home with a huge brace and sling.
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