A wrench in the plan!

I swear, as soon as I get adjusted to daily life, something happens. We’re finally into a great routine. The babies are sleeping better and better every day. They eat on a great schedule and knock on wood, they’re even napping!

We’re getting used to them walking around the furniture, or with their toy cars, and with us. On Sunday morning, we woke up like any other day. In the process of getting ready for church, Brody was standing at one of his toys and fell on his butt.

I know what you’re thinking. Babies fall on their butts every day. I had this same reaction. His screaming filled the room and I knew that wasn’t like him. My babies are pretty laid back. They really only cry when they’re hungry or tired. It was time for his milk so we set him up in his bouncer with his bottle and let him go to town.

He proceeded to fall asleep, so we kept on with our morning. When he woke up and we got him back on the floor, he would cry when he went to crawl. This was obviously not normal but there were no physical signs of injury. Waiting a little bit, we kept an eye on him.

Every time he went to stand up he proceeded to cry. That was when I knew we were going to be spending our day at the emergency room. My sister-in-law came to sit with Brayden and Brooke and Bryan and I took Brody to the hospital.

We did this totally thinking we were overreacting but not wanting to underreact. I have never had a faster visit to a hospital. They got us right in to a room and after the nurse assessed him they took us in for X-Rays.

That was horrible. I had to hold Brody down while they had me move his leg in different positions. My poor baby was screaming more than I’ve ever heard him before. When the doctor comes in and tells us that he has a fracture in his tibia, I’m shocked. I was expecting them to tell us he was totally fine.

Leaving there, we were looking at six weeks of a cast. They gave him a popsicle and put a temporary splint on his leg. We had to keep him off of his leg until we could get an appointment for the hard cast. For an almost fourteen month old, this was a feat.

For the passed four months we’ve been telling him to stand up and walk and now we had to make sure he didn’t do that. All the while, his brother and sister could go and do whatever they wanted.

When Monday morning rolled around, even though I was alone, I took the only available appointment. I had my mother-in-law come sit with Brayden and Brooke and we took off to the pediatric orthopedic doctor. I didn’t want to have to make sure he didn’t put any weight on his leg for another day. At least with a hard cast he could crawl around.

I was nervous to take him by myself since I didn’t know how he was going to react, and I was totally right to be nervous. It took three of us to hold him down while they were casting him. If I thought X-Rays were traumatic, I had another thing coming. He’s a fighter that’s for sure. Diaper changing isn’t his favorite part of his day, but usually he’s my laid back baby!

As soon as they were done, and he was in my arms, he stopped crying. We were finally able to leave there with a four week plan. He needs to not stand up on it for at least two weeks and hopefully in four weeks it will be totally healed.

Now, how in the heck am I going to keep my little boy from standing up for two weeks? He’s been such a little trooper and has crawling all figured out. The doctor thought it would take him a couple days to figure out he could stand, yeah he’s already standing today. In keeping the other two with him, we’re trying our best to make sure he’s not on his leg.

Otherwise, he’s my sweet and spunky boy. If it weren’t for the big blue cast on his leg, you would never know anything was wrong with him. Wish me luck! The countdown is on! I just have to keep reminding myself it isn’t my plan that I’m following. There’s always a reason for everything and this is just where we’re meant to be!

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