FOR ME! This will be the longest 6-8 weeks of my life. Here is why:
Zach and I spent the afternoon in the ER with Sammy and his broken foot. We have been lucky so far. Sammy and I have the same "brittle bone" disease. I broke my leg at 9 months. My brother Rogie broke his at 11 months. We have had 5 broken bone free years so far. That record ended yesterday while Sammy was running at my parents house and slipped. Now, I am not sure of the real story as Sammy is into the VERY vague stage:
"Sam, what were you doing at grandma's house?"
Yes. That explains it. Anyway, he came home limping and I gave him the general assessment. Today he was no better and it was off to x-rays for us. We were so lucky, the ER was almost empty and we were in and out in about 2 hours. He gets a soft splint for 5 days, then sees the ortho doctor. And as usual we got the parade of doctors, med student and nurses to pop into our room and ask about our bone condition and to look at the blue "whites" of our eyes. I am really pretty used to that, it happened all my life whenever Rogie or I won a trip to the ER.
I told Sam I should leave him in the hospital until he was all healed. His eyes blinked away tears and he said, "but we are suppose to live our lives together, for all of your life" awww, yes, I assured him. Forever. Goodness, can't tease that kid I guess.
There are no crutches small enough for him, so it will be the lifting team of Mom, Dad, Zach and Josh INC. for the next few days. I suggested he crawl and he just about fainted. Honestly.
So he gets home and turns into the little Emperor. Okay, I know he is suppose to be bearing no weight, but really the screams of "mommy come here, I NEED YOU!!" are making my ears bleed. It was cute the first 50 times. As if the four of us did not already wait on him hand and foot. I do know he is really hurting because he actually drank pain medicine without two of us holding him down and ALL of us wearing sticky orange Motrin. Poor baby! :(
Crutch is a cool nickname for Zach, right??