Fe Fi Faux Farm: Party Time!

Today we celebrated my youngest daughter's third birthday. Her real birthday isn't for a few more days but we had her party today. We surprised her last night with having her cousins over. Around Thanksgiving, they had come for to our house for a visit and we celebrated their son's birthday with presents, cake, and swimming at a hotel pool. Ever since that party, my daughter has insisted that her cousins would be at her party and we would swim at the hotel. She was devastated when I told her that wasn't going to happen. Well, the cousins heard about her great distress so they came and we did had that hotel party last night and she was thrilled. Her cousins also came to her party this morning and we ate lots of cake and homemade purple ice cream (with sprinkles even!).

Yesterday didn't go quite as I had planned so I had been a bit worried that I wouldn't get the house clean, get the decorations up, or finish the Sofia the First cake. You see, my birthday girl ended up in the emergency room yesterday.

We were at the trampoline park with some friends when my daughter started crying. Her arm had been hurt. I was standing right there but didn't see what happened. We weren't sure if she fell on it or if her little friend pulled on her arm. She didn't recover quickly like usual so we went to sit down for a bit. The workers brought us ice for her arm, as well as snacks and a juice drink, which helped calm her down. We sat for a bit, hoping she would feel better but when I tried to look at her arm, the screaming began again. The Titans (a fourth year professional indoor football league) were practicing in the gym next door so their trainer kindly came and looked at her arm. He didn't think it was broken but said we should get it checked out if it didn't get better.

It didn't get better by the time we left. I couldn't get her coat on because she screamed whenever I moved her. Getting her in her car seat was torture. We went to Urgent Care where they told us it was a two hour wait. I couldn't let my baby wait for two hours in obvious extreme pain. We went to the Emergency Room instead. While there, they calmed her down by taking her to look at the helicopter which had just landed. During that time, the doctor felt her arm and determined it wasn't broken but rather she had dislocated her elbow which they were easily able to pop back into place. The crying stopped immediately and she began acting as though nothing had happened.

I was so happy that we were able to relieve her pain quickly and that she could get back to feeling like herself again and that she would be fine for her parties. Of course, I was a little worried that I wouldn't have enough time to finish her cake but I think the cake turned out just fine. Both of my girls liked it so that is all that matters! (Oh, it tasted good, too!)