On Saturday I heard a knock on the door and slowly got up to go get it, until I heard Maycee crying, and then I started running down the stairs to grab the door. My neighbor, Scott, was carrying a bawling Maycee and told me he wasn't sure how it happened, but Maycee fell in their back yard and was hurt. They had rented a jumping castle for their son's B-day. Of course, I told him thanks, but I'm sure she'll be fine. I kept telling her that ALL afternoon as she spontaneously kept bursting into tears. I honestly thought that she was overreacting and being a dramatic 4 year old girl. I do feel a little guilty that we waited so long to take her to the doctor, but how do you know? It turns out that she broke 2 bones right above her wrist. She'll be fine, though...now. Although, when she called my parents to tell them what happened, my mom asked her how long she had to wear a cast, she told them, "Um, twenty years." Ha! Ha! Maybe she was trying to make me feel guilty for waiting so long to take her to the doctor's.
