In which Miss Piper is disappointed because she didn't get a cast put on

If you read my last post (and why wouldn't you?), you now know that our little Piper Pauline has, once again, broken a bone.

After she crashed on the now-infamous Pipe-Out Hill, she stood up holding her wrist and biting back tears.  While we cleaned her up (she walked away with some scratches and bruises too), she kept moaning about her wrist and cradling it to her body.

I feel the need to describe my Piper's personality to those who have not had the privilege of meeting her. Pip is tough.  Seriously.  I am constantly in awe of how well she handles pain.  She trips and lands face first on the cement (this happens more often than yo think)- she stands right back up, shakes it off, and says, "Well that was dumb."  She bangs her head on the corner of our high counter top- she rubs it out takes off running again.  No tears.  Her brother has slammed the bedroom door shut with her fingers in the way- again, she just hops around, saying (not crying) ow, and then she's find.

So when Pipes keeps saying something hurts, even if she says it with a smile, you know it hurts.

We got home from vacation the day after her fall, and as soon as OP had unloaded the truck, I drove us girlies to the nearest hospital- which is only 3 miles away- to have her wrist checked out.

The P.A. walked in our little room and started questioning Piper about her injury.  Pipes smiled and laughed as she told the story.  The nice doctor-man looked at me and said, "Well, it doesn't seem to be hurting her too much."

I just smiled.

He took off her little wrist guard and saw the swelling and watched her grimace when he felt around her petite little wrist.  "Hmmm... maybe it is broken."

Off to X-rays we went.

Lo and behold, there were two fractures (not that you can tell from my crappy iPhone picture): one across her radial and another, smaller one on her ulna.

*I am not going to pretend like I know any of those bone names.  I had to ask the P.A. twice where the fractures were and then immediately put it into my phone so I could remember*

She was fitted with a splint by a nice ER tech,

 and she loved every minute of it.  Such a weirdo.

She then chose a pink Powerade to help her feel better (not that she was feeling too bad), and we went home to await Monday morning when she would get her cast on.

I have to show you the picture Porter drew for Piper.

He titled it, "Piper on the rocks".

On Monday, Adi and I escorted Pipes to the pediatric orthopedic office.  They cut off her splint,

and then gave me the choice of whether to get a cast on her wrist or a removable brace that she can take off while she showers, but can leave on when she swims.

I chose the brace.

Piper was a bit angry over my choice.  She wanted the cast so she could have her friends sign it.

I tried to explain how horrible her last cast was.  How stinky it got, how she cried every day over how itchy it was... she was still upset.  Oh well.  She'll live.

The girlies and I then had a lunch date at Paradise Bakery.

When we got home, Piper realized that her new cast matches her new swimming suit.  She then insisted on modeling them together.

And she is now feeling much better about her brace.

**Oh dear, I nearly forgot to include the video of Piper explaining how she wiped out**