the adored one

I sprained my left arm last night trying to roll over. Went to the hospital, met a jerk in a pediatrician coat who told my dad i broke my arm before even sending me to the radiology. Mama ignored the doctor and went to call Kai, asking him to make an arrangement with his orthopedist to come and check on me asap. The good doctor said i'm ok, and my hand will heal itself. The next morning i went to Kai's hospital for further treatment, and after a quick nap at the good doctor's office, i can move my hand again! Yay! Can we go home now, mama?