We planned to end the school holidays with a lot of fun things. This was a welcome break and with the weather turning for the better, we were all feeling excited to get out and explore! It was happy days. Well, except for when the kids got really tired of each other…there is such a thing as “too much togetherness.”
But we still had plenty planned! Like a trip out to the country for a girls’ day at Sovereign Hill (Kieran had other plans and we brought him chocolate!) for some history and gold panning.
Enjoying the gorgeous weather in our backyard, drinking coffee slowly and watching the kids through some really dirty windows.
Then a morning at a new park we had been hearing about.
an afternoon at The Melbourne Fringe Festival seeing a performance for kids a trip to the emergency room, a stay in the hospital and a broken wing…
Gemma had an unfortunate accident. I know, all accidents are unfortunate, but this one is particularly so. We were just about to leave the park and head off for more adventure, but the kids ran off for one more play. Gemma fell from the flying fox (which used to be her most favorite thing ever, and in fact, the reason we went to check out this new park at all) and landed on her right shoulder breaking her humerus clean through. Bone breaks are terrible on their own, but usually they get stabilized with a plaster cast and then pain subsides. A cast is a powerful analgesic in itself. Here is the unfortunate part of this accident. A proximal humerus break is one that cannot have a cast. Yep, my eight year old daughter has to tough out a fractured arm with nothing but a fabric sling to keep it completely immobile lest it OHMYEVERLOVINGBLEEPBLEEPBLEEPPINGBLEEP move at all and shoot daggers of electrical shocks down her arm like she just broke it all over again. Awesome.
She spent the first night in the hospital for pain relief. It wasn’t all that successful as her pain is still incredibly intense. She is on heavy duty pain killers. The controlled substance sort that people break into pharmacies to steal. She says they don’t work. Hardcore. I am so proud of her strength. She often says “I can’t do it” and I remind her that despite the pain she is in, she actually IS doing it. She can and she will.
Right now though, she can’t walk properly, rather shuffles along slowly. Climbing the stairs is a pipe dream. We bring everything up to her. The guest room has been turned into a temporary home hospital suite. I even have a medication distribution app on my phone so I don’t double dose any of the four medications Gemma is on during one of my groggy trips as a night nurse. If there is no change by the morning, we are going to get a second opinion and just quadruple check that we are doing all we can for her.
Tomorrow is day four and I am begging the universe to cut Gemma a break and start the healing. She has school camp in 2 weeks and I would hate for her to miss the chance to be with all of her friends. Her sweet teacher said she could be the camp photographer since activities like ropes course, giant bungee and EIGHTY METER FLYING FOX are off limits for my wounded birdie.
By the way, this is quite a popular injury of the playground set. Between monkey bars and the flying fox, it is a wonder there are any non-broken arms in primary school. Be careful out there! I am about to fit bubbles for all my kids.
Follow along with Gemma’s recovery on Instagram by searching the hashtag #flyingfoxincident