In the last two months I have taken my oldest child to the pediatrician's office four times, to the radiology center twice and the orthopedic surgeon's office five times. It has been a rough eight weeks and I am so glad that I am finally able to laugh about it all.
About eight weeks ago I left my husband in charge of the boys while I attended a function, when I came home that night Beckett told me that his right foot hurt really bad and he thought he was having the worst growing pains of his whole life (yes I tell him everything is growing pains.) so the next morning while he is getting ready for school I notice that he is limping around and I ask if he is okay his response was "Mom, I think that sock skate races weren't the best idea last night, I fell and slid into the wall. I think I hurt my foot bad." (Sock skating is the new extreme sport that has been made possible by the installation of 1100 square feet of hardwood floors) Now let's be honest I was pissed because I left Daddy in charge and it was 14 hours after the fact that I was finding out that one of the kids got hurt. I asked Beckett if he was going to be okay at school and he said he really wanted to go and that he would let me know if he needed me. The kid is a lot like me he is all drama over a paper cut but he doesn't really lose his cool when it counts. That afternoon when I got him from school he was walking like a caveman with a wedgie so I decided to take him to the Dr to get it checked out. We found out that Beckett had broken his foot in two places and they decided he was going to be in a boot for the next four to six weeks. He LOVED all the attention he got for about the first 24 minutes and then he wanted that stupid robot foot to go away. So three weeks go by and I got a phone call from the school nurse saying that Beckett was in the office and that I needed to come look at his foot before she would let him walk home. Insert eye roll here. What could he have done? He wasn't allowed to run, jump, hop or skip, he was only allowed to walk and really how hard is that? When I arrived in the nurses I was a little grossed out to see that Beckett's left ankle was now three times it's normal size and purple. Apparently the kid was being silly and missed the curb and fell when he landed his right booted foot smashed into his left ankle. It was a mess so back to the Dr. we went. This time there was no question that his ankle was broken and they sent us to the orthopedic surgeon's office right away. At the ortho's office I found out that they see this kind of thing a couple of times each year and it is always because a kid is doing more than they are supposed to be doing with an injury. They decided to put Beckett in a second boot and begin trying to teach him how to walk. This had to be the funniest thing I had ever witnessed, it was like teaching Robocop to walk. He was leaning forward because his center of gravity was so off. After about 30 minutes of trying to get him to walk like a human they decided to x-ray his foot and check on the status of the healing to see if maybe they could take him out of the right boot a little early so that Beckett could get around. When we found out that the foot was well on the way to recovery and that he could come out of the one boot early, relief is an understatement.
So now it has been eight weeks and Beckett is boot free, I have learned a lot too. One, the boot will leave marks all over your hard wood floors and require major scrubbing to get clean. Two, it is a damn good thing I wasn't with him for either of his injuries especially since I have on more than one occasion told the child that I would break one of his legs to slow him down. And finally, that two broken limbs do not slow a 9 year old down at all so the above threat really means nothing.
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