Now you don't...
Three weeks ago, Abi was playing on the monkey bars in our backyard and made one unsuccessful landing which resulted in a fractured wrist. When it happened, we had no clue and sent her to bed that night without thinking much of her hurting arm. (She actually curled up on Daddy's lap outside and fell asleep there.)
The next morning, she wasn't able to use her left hand for anything, so we made a trip to the pediatrician...then to another office for an x-ray...then finally to the ortheopedic office for another doctor and a cast...a radiantly pink cast.
We are happy to say that she can now go in the pool and take a bath without having to hold up her left arm in the air. The cast came off on Thursday and boy are we glad!

