Yes, it is a familiar verse from a treasured childhood book... but it is also the words that came out of our doctor's mouth yesterday when we had to take Claire for x-rays of her foot.
Audrey and Claire thought that jumping from the highest rung of the ladder for their bunk beds would be fun... Well, not so much... for Claire anyway. Apparantly, Audrey jumped without incident and then it was Claire's turn. Since big sister had just done it, I'm sure Claire thought it wouldn't be a problem for her to do it as well. So, she jumps. But the jump was too big for her and she landed, rolled and hit her foot on the leg of their desk. At least that is the story that I got when I went to investigate the mad screaming coming from their room. Brock and I looked at her foot and decided that ice and elevation would be a good first step - there really wasn't any noticable swelling or bruising. Later that afternoon, Claire still did not want to put any weight on her foot, so we continued with the ice and elevation measures. At bedtime, she said it still hurt on the inside so I told her that we would go see the doctor in the morning.
When she woke up yesterday morning, she was still limping. I called our pediatrician and we went in for x-rays. Claire was not happy about the 2-3 seconds that the technicians wouldn't let me stay in the room while they actually shot the x-ray, even though they let me back in the room in between each shot. But I would think that the whole situation would be quite scary or at least unnerving for a four year old who has never been through something like that. Thankfully, the x-ray was negative! No break! She has a bad sprain that we will continue to wrap, ice and elevate per our doctor's orders. And of course we will definitely follow her most important order - "NO more monkeys jumping off the bed"...
