Twin A's Little Crooked Pinkie

So I got up crazy early and slightly hungover to make the girls 8am pickup. I was the only mother there on time, seeing as how everyone was still asleep. Anyways, I grabbed the girls and headed back straight to my big oversized comfty bed. Needless to say, we didn't make it to church...I know I know...my mother feels the same way.

We didn't end up going to R for a BBQ either. They headed out to Kileen because their nephew was in from overseas and they didn't want to miss the opportunity. The girls and I hung out all day playing on the internet and completed Twin B's "Six Flags Over Texas" project. We finally got dressed and headed out to the girls soccer game around 6:30pm.

I took a few snapshots of the girls while they warmed up. I do this all the time cause I'm a memory freak and I want the kids to remember every moment. I overheard another parent talking about the team the girls were about to play and was forced to consider the possibility of them losing. I always tell the girls to stick it out to the end, always give your best not matter how far behind you might be. That's exactly what they did...the girls quickly realized this was not their game and it would be hard keeping up with the competition. Twin A repeatedly threw herself on the ball making sure she could prevent as many shots from entering the goal. Twin B didn't really have the opportunity to touch the ball, seeing as how she plays offense and our defense couldn't even get it to her.

Half time came and went and we were down by several points. It was clear we would not be catching up. I watched as the other team stole the ball from our girls and shuffled it down the field as Twin A eagerly waited in position. I looked away to see what position Twin B was in and when I turned back my baby was clearly in agony covering her face with both her hands. I heard the other mother's gasp and immediately stood up and rushed around the glass wall. The second she saw me, she ran to me with tears rushing down her face and held her hand up to me. Her pinkie was broken!

I felt so unprepared, I couldn't think of where we were at. I was irritated that I didn't know where the nearest hospital was and fumbled around in my wallet to locate her insurance card. Hubby drove several blocks before we located a pediatric hospital, we all but ran in just to find out they couldn't do anything for her. The doctor said she was clearly in too much pain and they didn't keep narcotics, we would have to take her to an ER. We rushed about two to three miles away, it seemed like forever, and ran into the ER. I filled out some paperwork and we waited for a few minutes before they took her in. The doctor asked her to show him where the worst pain was and she pointed to the tip of her finger all the way to her wrist. He guessed it was dislocated and fractured. He immediately told her he would have to giver her a shot. She turned to me wide eyed and began to cry, big alligator tears rolled out of her eyes and my heart began to break. I told her to be strong and that this would make things better. I held her face in my hands and so she wouldn't be tempted to look. I leaned in so that we were just two inches apart and did everything I could to soothe her. There is no greater heartache than watching your child plead for help. He injected the solution at four different points and within seconds she turned to me with a surprised look on her face. "I don't feel anything anymore", he had completely numbed her finger and was now putting it back into place. They took a few x-rays and put it in a small splint. She fractured it as well so we'll have to follow-up with an orthopedic doctor.

We waited a bit longer before she was released. When she and I walked out, the first person she saw was her sissy. They looked at each other and giggled, the kind of giggle that no one else understands, it's just between them. She'll be out for the rest of the season...no biggy. Her fracture should be healed in about four weeks or so, just in time for next season. I wont push her, its completely her decision what happens next. I'm sure she'll be scared, but I think she'll jump right back in she loves it too much not to!!!