Broken

We all knew this day would come. Mesha broke her arm on Saturday. She was playing on a folding lawn chair and it tipped over. Her arm was on the bottom of the pig pile of her body and the chair. It took me a couple hours to be convinced it was something worse than a bad bruise. We took her into instacare and she screamed most of the time. She did NOT like people touching either arm so every exam room we entered and every doctor, nurse, or tech that approached her initiated another freak out. It took both Sterling and I to hold her down to get x rays and her splint put on. We have an appointment on Wednesday to get a cast put on. Until then I have to try to keep this cute little dino sling on. Having a broken arm hasn't slowed her down one bit. She is still climbing all over everything. I know accidents happen but I can't help feeling like the worst mom in the world. I almost cry every time I look at my tiny little girl in that sling. It's cute and the most pathetic thing at the same time.

"Say cheese"!

She loves the diosaurs.