Hi,
I was 32 years old when I first had broken arm. It was the first time I broke any bone in my body. Mindal, our Ninja infant, had broken arm. She’s only a year and 9 months…
I think she is the smallest infant I have ever seen with gypsum. Which rise the question (as one eldery woman asked me today) – how do you know she has broken her arm?
She fell off our coffee table on Friday night and we run to ER and were sent to x-ray the shoulder, although she held are hand that was swallowed.
Tuesday morning, after she haven’t slept another night and an hour of spotless crying which only a pain reveler manage to lower down – we run to ER again.
This time, they have checked the right place – and figure out Mindal has a broken arm. They promised us it will be checked. It is after all a child hospital (Schneider Children’s Medical Center of Israel), and if a kid gets out with an untreated broken arm from it…
The question the elderly woman asked me, and the looks of the people on the street and above all – your own feeling you have not dome enough. I must say it does make you feel a bad parent.
Mindal, on the other hand does not feel so bad about the gypsum. Even when it meant she cannot enjoy the activity she love most on her kindergarten – diving in the sandbox. There is a reason why my parents call her Sparta girl. We have been with her 4 times in the hospital in the last month and an half (twice for the arm, once she fell in the stairs, and Rabies)
Take Care
Gad
Mindal walking around with her broken arm and her mask she insists put on