We had our first games this week. T-ball went swell on Monday. Pitching machine went swell on Tuesday. But Rebekah's softball game on Monday proved to be much more memorable than just "swell."
It was the second inning. Rebekah was playing catcher, a position she is new to this year. But she was incredible. I'm not kidding. She had her ball on the mitt almost all of the time, and the few times it got past her it was because our pitchers are very green and the pitches were off. She was looking and acting the part. I had no idea she could catch that well.
Then one of those wild pitches made it past her. She hustled after it and was rushing back to the plate to tag out the girl stealing home. The dust cleared, the ump called her safe ... and Rebekah spun toward the dugout holding up her right hand with a look of sheer panic on her face.
Her pinky was pointing the wrong way.
I muttered a choice word under my breath as I ran to her. We maneuvered her to the dugout, got her some ice and told her to stick her head between her knees (she was obviously in shock). Seth ran over and took her behind the dugout where she lay on the grass with her legs elevated and received a priesthood blessing. Grandma Scott ran to the van so I could dig out Rebekah's insurance card, and Seth took her to an urgent care facility.
Grandpa Scott and I stayed to coach the rest of the game, and then we loaded up our stuff and went home. I fed the other girls dinner and texted back and forth with Seth to receive updates on her condition and the diagnosis.
At first the doctor thought her finger was just dislocated, but the x-ray found that she had fractured her growth plate. They numbed the hand (Rebekah was given the choice of having general anesthesia but thought that would be "creepy") and set the finger, then taped it, splinted it and wrapped it.
She'll wear the splint until the 22nd when we see the orthopedic specialist. At that point we'll see if she needs more recuperation/treatment.
Rebekah with her hand splinted. Even though, chronologically, this is the last photo in the series, I'm putting it here first so it's the one that shows up on the blog post preview. :-)
Rebekah and her broken finger on the way to the doctor. She had a hard time looking at it at first.
Hanging in there with her ice.
Her pre-setting x-ray.
Set and taped.
It's a heartbreaking thing to witness your daughter break her finger and then experience the aftermath. She won't be playing softball for at least two more weeks (if not more). She'll wear her splint to girls' camp next week and to our yearbook camp the week after that. We have to wrap a bread bag around her arm every time she could get wet (i.e. at her last Achievement Days' water activity, when she showers/bathes, when the girls are playing in the water).
But despite the tragedy, I'm amazed in so many ways.
- Seth wasn't going to come to the game since it started at the same time he leaves work and it's clear across town. But he did. So he was there when it happened and could take care of her while I continued to coach.
- Rebekah didn't cry the entire time. She was scared, she was in shock, she was in pain, but she didn't shed a tear. (Not that crying is a bad thing. But many people expressed surprise at that.)
- We had so many offers for help. Another player's dad helped Seth give the blessing. A mom of a girl on the opposing team held her feet and gave her ice. Someone offered to help carry her to the truck (which she wouldn't allow despite being close to passing out).
- Once I had cared for Rebekah a little and turned her over to Seth, I called a random team member's name and told her to fill in for Rebekah as catcher. Jordan had never played that position before, but she jumped right in and did well.
- I was worried about Rebekah's pain level, but it never climbed too high. She took a few ibuprofen the day of the accident and a few in the days following, but it didn't inhibit her sleep or general wellbeing.
- Lots of people have inquired about Rebekah's diagnosis and welfare, including her teammates (which include her three best friends), her teammates' moms, the opposing team's coaches and friends on Facebook.

