So, my daughter has fractured a bone in her foot. Of course she was riding a Razor scooter out of my sight at a friend’s house yesterday when she fell and broke the foot. We spent all morning dealing with the doctor and the xrays. And it turns out that the earliest the ortho person can see her is late Friday afternoon. So, what does one do with a very active young person with a broken foot? I have a call into the nurse to see what she can and cannot do for the next two days. Sigh.
This is so ironic because she broke her arm in July two years ago. So, July is turning into the break your bones month over here at Four Chickens. As a mother I am feeling awful–whenever my daughter is ill or hurting I want to make it better and take the owies away. When she broke her arm I was so traumatized that I couldn’t speak in coherent sentences for several days. I’m not kidding. The last time our doctor actually made me feel a little better by saying that she’d rather have a child out being active and breaking bones than sitting at home watching TV all day. Puts a nice spin on it, don’t you think? Come to think of it, I was quite an active child and I was forever breaking bones. I guess it runs in the genes.
You poor things – how awful, its awful when it happens to your children isn’t it. When madam was two and a bit she snuck out of the house at bath time and I was home alone with them, took her plastic trike to the top of our very steep path and went whizzing down and smacked her head on the iron railings at the bottom (needing 10 stitches), people were handing me bits of plastic trike for weeks after. I was in more pieces than the trike. Hope the ankle is a relatively quick healer