Yesterday afternoon, after calling the doctor's office repeatedly to get the results of the x-ray, the nurse finally called us back and told us that Regan's wrist was fractured and that we would need to see an orthopedic surgeon to have it set and put in a cast. After assuring me that she wouldn't have to have her arm amputated and that she would lead a normal life despite her injury, she said she would make an appointment with the ortho doctor and get us in for today. (That's another long story)
Finally, at one o'clock this afternoon (almost 3 days since she first fell) we got in to see the doctor. He told us she broke a bone in her arm that's right by her wrist, but it's not actually her wrist. Thankfully it didn't break all the way through, so he didn't have to set it. He showed us the x-ray but I couldn't really tell what he was talking about. He did want to put her in a cast, though, to prevent it from breaking clean through if she were to fall on it again before it healed.
Because the normal casts have to be cut away with a saw, he just put the hard plaster-like stuff up and down her arm, and then wrapped it in a couple of ace bandages. We go back in three weeks and he said that if it has healed enough, he'll make another cast that only goes up her forearm and not past her elbow.
Anyway, I told Eric that Regan can now claim something that neither of us can: she's broken a bone in her body! (Although stupid John Herman fractured my wrist in the 8th grade) I think hers is really just a fracture, but the doctor used the word "broke" right after saying fracture, so I'm still not sure which one it is.
Here are a few pictures of Regan's new cast, or "chast" as she says! :) She has done really well with is and only gets frustrated when she can't pick something up off the ground. All prayers are appreciated as she adjusts to this new addition to her wardrobe!