When I picked her up she said it really hurt. I called the after hours clinic and they said they could squeeze us in later, but we got home, she could move it, she never cried, and she could move it completely. I pushed on the area she said she hit, and she giggled and said, "ow..ha ha..ouch...he he" so I didn't take her in after all.
The next morning she said it hurt but not too bad. So I sent her to school.
When I picked her up that night, she said it hurt so bad it made her stomach hurt. SO, I took her in to the doctor. After an eval, the doctor put a splint on it and sent us to the hospital for x-rays. On the way over, Elsa said (while hopping up and down as if she had no cares in the world, throwing her possibly broken are up and down) "I hope it's broken so I can get a cast. I hope it's broken, I hope it's broken" and so on.
So when the doctor called to let us know the results of the x-ray, I asked, sarcastically over-dramatically, "Will she live, Doctor?" Only to hear an unamused doctor respond, "Actually her arm is broken."
Worst momma in the world, right here folks!
This pic below is Elsa after the doc splinted her (just in case) and before the news it was broken. She tried to force herself to look distressed and sorry she was hurt, but she could not keep the smiles and giggles down.
Doc said she could not do the cast in her office. She said that Elsa would need to see an orthopedic specialist to get the cast she needed for the kind of break she had. We had to wait a week. Seven full days of "I hope they have pink!" "People are going to sign it!" "So-and-so has a cast and it's soooo awesome!" "People with casts are the best people to ever walk the Earth and soon I will be one of them!" etc.
Doc said she could not do the cast in her office. She said that Elsa would need to see an orthopedic specialist to get the cast she needed for the kind of break she had. We had to wait a week. Seven full days of "I hope they have pink!" "People are going to sign it!" "So-and-so has a cast and it's soooo awesome!" "People with casts are the best people to ever walk the Earth and soon I will be one of them!" etc. Still she tried to do stuff she shouldn't ought to, like carry Ben around, climb things she normally would not try to climb but feels the need to try now that she shouldn't, etc.
We compromised on the Ben thing. How could we not? After all he is 1/3 hers.
Then today, tragedy of tragedies! We waited over an hour to see the orthopedic doctor and in less than five minutes, he dashed her dreams.
Then today, tragedy of tragedies! We waited over an hour to see the orthopedic doctor and in less than five minutes, he dashed her dreams. NO CAST! He said the break was straight and the cast could actually cause something in there to fuse to something else in her arm as she grows and that she should just keep the sling on and get x-rays again in a few weeks.
She was a trooper, holding back the tears of disappointment as we left the office. From which we went directly to the craft store, bought some diamonds, and flowers, and made the best of things:
You know how usually you carry a purse on your arm? Well now she carries her arm in a cute little purse. 
