Surprise!

Surprise! Xanthe has a cracked collarbone! She hurt it falling off a trampoline a week ago, and she's been complaining a little sometimes when I pick her up. I might be crazy, but I thought a cracked bone would hurt enough to warrant more than an occasional whimper. Today after her violin lesson, I finally got smart and took her in to the same doctor who looked at Ruby's broken arm. I wonder how often he gets two kids from the same family within a month? It was slightly embarrassing.

Xanthe was adorable. When the X-ray woman came in, Xanthe said, "You going hurt me? You not going hurt me?" Xanthe is terrified of doctors, so I was surprised at her conversational tone! She did great in the X-ray and hardly flinched when the doctor examined her. She was pleased as could be with her sling, but even more excited when they switched it out for a smaller and more colorful one. On the way out, Xanthe the little starlet shouted, "See you tomorrow, doctor! See you tomorrow!"

Oh, I hope not! After showing her sling to every person at McKay Dee between the doctor's office and our car, the poor little invalid was exhausted. One minute she was mumbling, "I was brave!" and the next minute, she was snoring in her carseat. It makes me sad that Xanthe has such a high tolerance for pain, that she would barely complain of a fractured collarbone, even with holding her violin right on the broken bone. It makes me wonder about her first year, and exactly how much she cried to no avail, and at what point in her tiny mind she decided it wasn't worth it to cry because there was nobody to comfort her. Xanthe has been with us for two years, and apparently she is still much braver than she should be. Hopefully her strength will serve her well in life, but for now, I just want to hug away all her bravery.