When I was 4 years old, I broke my right arm in two places between my wrist and elbow. My younger brother and I were playing with his little cars on my dresser and I fell of backwards. My mom was away at the time at baby shower and my dad wasn’t in the room, otherwise, I know we would not have been told to get down from there, if my dad knew! I remember falling, but I don’t remember the pain from the break. My dad had to call my mom home and I remember sitting in the front with my mom in the car and crying a bit. The next thing I remember is my parents having to leave me while I had to go alone with the nurses through these big doors and I was crying/screaming for my daddy. They were not allowed to come in with me. It must have been so hard for them to hear their little girl crying for them and yet, they couldn’t go to her.
I remember entering a room, but the next thing I knew a nurse was carrying me to a bed, the hallway was dark and she was telling me I was a really heavy little girl. I must have fallen asleep from exhaustion and trauma, because it was past my bedtime. The next morning, my mom, little brother and Oma came to see me. I was really happy to see them. The doctor was also there and he told me if I moved my fingers he would let me go home. It took me a little bit of time, but I think I was afraid it was going to hurt, but yet I wanted to go home! So I moved my fingers and I don’t remember it hurting.
That is about all I remember from that time, I can’t even remember when the cast came off, but I do remember having people sign their names on the cast.
Anyway, I just thought I would share that memory here today. I should go looking through my mom’s photo albums sometime and see if I can find a picture of me with the cast. This is about my earliest memory too and sorry, no photos to share today. I have packed away my photo album that has some early pictures of me, once we move I will have to scan some in and share.