Broken Arm

This by far has been the most traumatic experience for me as a mother. Seeing Isabel's disformed arm, and not knowing what to do for her was a scary moment. The first phone call wasn't to Brent. It was to my neighbor, Ed, who I new was home and who is a nurse. He ran right over. The second call was to Brent. He told me to go to the payson hospital. I told him I didn't know how to get there. His response, " Yes you do!!!" "No I don't" " Yes you do..." He continued to give me directions. Luckily, Ed drove us to the hospital. In the car Isabel was comforting me by saying, "mom, I'll be okay." On the way there, Brent was waiting on the side of the road to help guide me. When we arrived at the hospital Brent, Cory and Sean gave Isabel a blessing. Isabel was amazing. Not once did she cry. Not when she got the I.V. or the x-ray. I was so proud of her.
Isabel's broken arm didn't slow her down at all. In Kindergarten she taught herself how to write with her left hand, and did an incredible job. She wrote and illustrated a whole book by herself. She ended up having to have two casts for a total of 8 weeks. She performed in her last dance recital with a bright green cast on. It was adorable.