A Brother's Love (part two)

A brother's love...is like no other.

Last night Henry proved his love once again, but not in the priceless way we always hope for.

Scott and I were doing dishes. Meleah and Henry were playing in the living room. Meleah started to cry and between sobs we heard "Henry hit me." Henry of course denied it, he did reveal though that he pushed her off the couch instead.

Meleah's crying slowed down and even stopped at times. But she wouldn't move her arm, or let us anywhere near it. Meleah is one tough cookie when it comes to getting pushed around or hurt, so we knew that this was a bigger deal than just a bruise.

After calling the pediatrician we headed to the children's ER in our area to have her checked out. Meleah was very excited to go "down town" but then she would remember that we were going to see the doctor and she would start to cry again.

We had a very nice doctor from our pediatrician's office that saw Meleah. They bonded instantly, with the help of a little squishy elephant. Meleah talked and talked while the doctor felt her arm. Thankfully no broken bones. Just an elbow that was out of joint. One little twist, a pop and Meleah was back to normal.

We left with a sticker covered little girl and a squishy elephant.

The whole way home Meleah kept saying "Pop, she just popped it in. All fixed. My arm's all better. Pop. Pop."

She didn't say a word about it today though. Almost as if it never happened. Almost.