Kids are amazing

After the fall; it's been tough. Naina has been bedbound, at times not able to move her right arm, clutching at her neck and always unhappy. Friday, lying down all day. Saturday, lying down, all day. Sunday, lying down, most of the day.

We gave up on baths yesterday as she screamed her way through it. Feeding was whilst lying down (dangerous) and drinking water was out of a soup spoon. Maximum doses of Panadol and Nurofen didn't seem to be making a dent in the pain.

With no tangible signs of progress, we began to despair that she might be this way for a few more days. Depressing. She had started to wriggle and use both hands freely yesterday, but any attempts at sitting upright were met with tears and screams. The words broken clavicle, broken clavicle kept ringing and ringing in my ears and a month of rehabilitation. This continued into today; but we raised her head a little bit on three pillows to get some sense of progress.

She's been normal in every sense apart from being on her back - screaming, kicking, reading, laughing, sleeping, chatting, although it's unsettling having a very big part of life changed from mobile and uncontrollable to bed-ridden and listless.

Deepti had a series of mother's day master strokes today. First she applied a cream to warm up the area and that seemed to go ok. As parents, we were probably neglectful in this sense for the next part. When all else fails, bribery. So out came the lemonade and some small drinking cups, left strategic distances from her supine poses. At 3pm, she made efforts to reach it and with coaxing she sort of started lifting her head and then with my support, sitting up without clutching and drinking. By 3:30pm, it was sitting unsupported, but not anything more. In fact, standing was surprisingly unsteady. More bribery, my (new) glasses and food on the coffee table. By 3:45pm standing alone and starting to walk around gingerly.

Deepti and I both felt like crying; within 3 minutes of the first unsteady walk without pain, N was in the pram and out the door and I was blogging about it. Life less ordinary.