Do you know what this means?

Yes, that would be a hospital admitting bracelet (shown stylishly on Kylie's ankle).

Friday evening I had my first solo ER visit with Kylie (we had to take her last year when she smashed her finger in a door at the kennel). My sweet girl was being silly, dancing around the living room when she bumped into the couch. It was really a gentle bump, but across the room I heard a loud "POP," and she immediately began wailing. These crazed screams were coming from a girl that had cut her head open on our fireplace hearth and barely whimpered, so I knew that she was in serious pain. Because of how she was holding her arm, how funny her elbow looked, and my experience with "nursemaid's elbow" from cousin Adam and goddaughter Anah, I suspected that she had dislocated her elbow.

I called Ian (who was still in the office ~ 2 1/2 hours across the state) and asked if the ER was my only option. Given the time of day ~ 6:15pm ~ we decided that was the best course of action and I headed to the hospital for my second visit in four days. Of course I ran into the nurse that had taken care of Mama on Tuesday...

One thing I will say though, take a toddler screaming in pain into the ER, and they will see you quickly! We were taken into an exam room before they had even taken my insurance card. A few minutes later we were taken to X-ray and during her intense struggle there (my girl LOATHES being restrained) she pulled her arm while it was being held down, we heard a small pop, and she suddenly (after an hour of solid crying) got quiet, smiled and said, "My boo-boo's bedder now!"

Less than 1 1/2 hours after we rushed in, we were headed out to get some dinner. What a night! You know, I could use a little less excitement in my life right now...