The "almost" first terrible injury.

I couldn't think of a better title.  Its the terrible first injury that ALMOST was.  Really.
You see, we've have this great record.  I think it's miraculous actually.  None of our kids have had a trip to the emergency room, none have broken a bone, and none have had stitches.  Its the "serious-injury-free" title and I love it.  And really, if you know our kids, that is REALLY a miraculous status to be maintaining.
Well...
Two- count 'em- TWO days after the Kid was born we got a call from my parents.  They were kindly watching our other three munchkins while we enjoyed the rest of our stay at the hospital and two quiet days at home.  They informed us that there was something wrong with Millaker's arm.  As in- she was howling and not using it... and it had been this way for several hours.  My dad and brother thought it was dislocated and tried to remedy that, all to no avail and a lot more howling.  They proceeded to call my uncle-  a fine doctor - and scheduled an appointment with him.
At this point all I could think was, "PLEASE, don't be broken!" Millaker has taken up a nasty hitting habit with her siblings that we're finding hard to break.  I could only imagine that coupled with an arm cast and the tears and mayhem that would result!
Several hours and phone calls later, we were informed that after a few x-rays and some arm tweaking of his own, my uncle declared the arm.... UNBROKEN!
He determined that the elbow HAD been dislocated but was now back in place. She still wasn't using her arm, not even to reach for treats, so my parents were instructed to immobilize the arm for the evening / overnight, and if she wasn't using it by morning to see a specialist.
Joy.
That is only half sarcastic.  I was REALLY glad the arm wasn't broken!  REALLY.
But I didn't relish in the fact that he was recommending a specialist come morning if things didn't look better. 
Come morning, things WEREN'T better.  But neither king nor I felt like a specialist was needed at this point.  Granted, neither of us had SEEN our daughter, but still.  Parental intuition?
My mom relayed slightly sad, slightly humorous stories of Millaker's adventures and mishaps during the day.   Like the time she tripped and couldn't figure out how to get UP.  Or the time she tripped again but didn't want to break her fall with her arm and so belly-flopped on the carpet.  Her stubborn determination often won out as she tried, and tried, and tried to do things on her own.  She finally managed to scale the piano bench as she loves to play the piano.  She then plunked tinkled the ivories with one hand and let her injured arm dangle to the side.

(Not the most exciting video.  I realize this.  The point is- she just dangles her right arm to her side.  She doesn't look like she's in pain when she's not using it... she just won't USE it.)

She was using her arm a bit more though, so we decided to wait it out another day.
The next morning brought more improvement, but still a definite reluctance to use her arm.  By this point it was Wednesday, the day the kids were supposed to return anyhow, and the Kid had a scheduled appointment with the pediatrician.  What's one more at the Dr.'s office? 
So we brought her along for the ride as well.  (We actually just brought ALL the kids along for the ride at this point.  There was no way I was taking Millaker and a four day old baby to the Dr. by myself.  King had to come, which meant EVERYONE had to come.  Party at the Dr.'s.)  We brought along the x-rays that had been taken two days before for our doc to look at.  That way hopefully no more x-rays would be needed. 
Our pediatrician came up with the exact diagnosis.  A former dislocated elbow.   Not terribly fun for a one-year-old, but she'd be fine.  He thought that the tendons/ligaments? (can't remember which one he said) were probably a bit swollen and tender inside from being out of place for a while, but that every thing looked ship-shape now.  He said she would use her arm more and more each day and it would be good as new within the week.  He was right.  By the next morning we saw marked improvement and within a few days we had our cheerful, spunky, two-armed Millaker back to normal. 
Now she puts that arm to good use- constantly asking (or not) to pick the Kid "UP!"  as she runs over and tries to lift him from his bassinet.  Or as she runs over to give him anything that she knows is his: his binki, his blanket, his other blanket, his toy, his diaper, his wipes, his other blanket, a washcloth she thinks should be his blanket, a toy she is sharing... you get the idea.
As you can see- she looks just fine.
And our "no serious injuries as of yet" record is still intact.  Hooray!