2 birthday celebrations
1 school birthday party
2 cupcake baking sessions
1 birthday cake baking session
2 chocolate strawberry-dipping sessions
1 Polar express ride to the North Pole
3 major holidays
2 christmas wrapping sessions
1 holiday show by Izzy
2 school holiday parties
10 adult visitors
1 baby visit
1 seriously disgusting crab fishing trip
1 visit to see our Lord
2 holiday parties
2 weeks of winter break
1 billion loads of laundry
And.........
1 very lengthy visit to the emergency room
On Christmas Eve, we had several family visitors in the house. Tio B, Grandma, and her friend were paying us a visit. We spent the entire day eating an generally doing a whole lot of nothing. It was great. At 2:30, Brad, Sam, Izzy and I headed over to Christmas Eve mass. It was a really cute celebration and, more importantly, it was the first time I was actually feeling the holiday spirit. Since this is a children's mass, there was a live performance about the birth of Jesus with characters played by children in the audience. We also sang plenty of Christmas songs and there was a festive feeling of "Oh, this is what the holiday is supposed to feel like" in the air.
Mass was done around 4 and we headed home for my lasagna dinner.
Right as I was serving dinner, we heard a thump and a cry. It was Izzy. She had jumped off the train table in the middle of the living room and had hurt her wrist. We iced it a bit and promptly continued with dinner plans. However, two minutes into dinner, she started crying again. SO, right there and then, we threw a jacket on her and I drove her to emergency.
It was a classic scene. Every seat was taken. People were coughing. Every human being looked miserable. I checked Izzy in and we took a seat at the kiddie table. I got to sit at the frog chair. It would have been quite comfortable were it not for the fact that one of my butt cheeks was hanging off the side. Izzy immediately began singing Christmas carols at the kiddie table. She was not singing quietly at all. As a matter of fact, she was singing to her hearts content. Folks must have been thinking I was delusional and that nothing was wrong with my little lady. She also befriended two teenage boys who, after my mild inquisition, told me they had been playing lacrosse earlier in the day and one of them had "gotten the shit knocked out of him."
I love teenage boys.
Anyhow, we were called in for x-rays and general information about her injury. Izzy was the funniest patient ever. She was laughing and singing and in great spirits. I could tell the nurse thought I was being an overprotective mother. You never would have known she was injured based on her disposition. A short while after the x-rays were taken, Tio B arrived with treats. Throughout the next three hours, he gave her chocolate covered pretzels, chocolate covered raisins, and one entire bag of Lay's potato chips that were consumed in the bear chair. They also played a few games and song several Christmas carols together. At around 9:30pm, we were escorted into another waiting area. Below are pictures of Izzy during this time frame:
Silly, right? The girl was a comedian the entire time. Roughly thirty minutes later, we were seen by a doctor who asked us the same questions as the nurse. He said he didn't think she had broken anything because the tests he had done on her arm seemed sound and she was in such good spirits. She wasn't crying, complaining or yelling at him and he, furthermore, believed she was the best patient he had dealt with since his shift began. To his credit, I did see several drunkards and belligerent assholes in the hallway. As a courtesy, he said he was going to "check her x-ray anyway" but he basically thought we just needed to medicate a bit and throw some ice on it. About 45 seconds later he came back and said, "Wow. She has a really high pain threshold. She's fractured it in two spots."
And, alas, the splint was placed on our just-turned-four-year-old daughter on Christmas Eve:
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