Remember that Jar We Talked About?

Worst Mother EVER

Do you see the big neon sign up there? That is now, at this minute, hanging over my head! Why? Do you really need *more proof that my kids are going to have "Mom Issues?"

Yes, I think you do!

About ten days ago, Chaney hurt her finger at basketball practice. The coach seemed a bit worried about it, but The Man (who has had many jammed fingers whilst playing basketball in Hoosierville) and I were both sure it was only a jammed finger.

A couple of times there was a niggley thought in the back of my mind asking "what if it is *not a jammed finger?" But, when I would ask Chaney about it, she would tell me that it did not hurt much...or that it was feeling better. She played in the game on Saturday, and it seemed fine. I now know, that either she has a high pain tolerance... or she just *really wanted to play basketball.

Yesterday, she was doing some board work, and when she turned she barely hit her hand on the table, and burst into tears :( That is when I realized there was a good chance it was not just a jammed finger. We took her for X-rays yesterday, and sure enough...it's broken.

We had to take her to an Ortho today. They cast her entire forearm...for a broken finger!

Guilt. Guilt. Guilt.

The Ortho made me feel a bit better when he told us, that had it been jammed, it would have looked just like this break. He also joked (I pray that he was joking) that he would not report us to CPS :/ Even though he assured me that waiting so long did not do any additional damage, and that it was reasonable to think it was only a jam...I am just livid with myself. How could I have ignored that "what if feeling?"

Chaney is very upset about not being able to play. She was crying this evening, right before we went to her game, and tried to convince her dad to let her play anyway. I tried to cheer her up by explaining how she now had a huge advantage in the guilt department. Can you imagine the teen power struggles in this house?

Me: "Chaney, you *will load that dishwasher."

Chaney: "Remember that time I BROKE my finger, and you didn't take me to the doctor???"

Me: Adding more money to the therapy jar, "O.K. you win!"

I have to say though, I could not be prouder of her! She told her coach that no matter what, she would be at every game (in uniform) and every practice. While she is not allowed to handle the ball with that hand, she wants to participate as much as she can.

One good thing? Loading the dishwasher is, for now, Riley's job.

All that...for a broken FINGER?