Tough Girl

Our little Eva has been one tough girl lately. Earlier in the month she was playing with a friend at school tug-a-waring while holding onto each other's hands. They pulled so hard that Eva's elbow became partially dislocated*. Ouch! She didn't tell anyone she was hurt, went down for her nap and when she woke up was unable to move her arm. It just hung straight down. The doctor tried to get it put back in place once and it didn't work. She told us prior to trying the second time that she's only willing to try twice and she bribed Eva with a stuffed bear because it would hurt so badly. Thankfully it worked the second time.

Fast forward two weeks and at school Eva got pushed by a friend at school and hit her head on the climber. The bump didn't seem that severe in the first 36 hours and then it got progressively worse. While we were out of town in Chicago it became two black eyes and a goose egg. 

* My elbow was dislocated often when I was growing up. I remember that dull, achy pain well. In fact, my mom emailed me the story of when it happened the first time which went something like this...'We were leaving the park and I didn't want to leave. My mom had a hold of my arm and I was pulling away from her when my elbow was dislocated.' This sounds 100% like something I would do and somehow it makes me feel like a better parent...memory's of my childhood are pretty rosy and hard to live up to as a parent myself. My memory is obviously selective!