As soon as Carter started walking, I told Mike "We'll have broken bones. We'll have stitches. Instacare watch out." He's boy. Allllll boy. And very daring. And really tough (at least physically). He takes some pretty nasty spills and just says "Ohhhhh" and jumps back up.
I just didn't anticipate the broken bones would start quite so young.
The story. No, he didn't spill paint in the garage. :)
He was jumping. From the Ottoman to the couch. And on one jump, he hit the harder part of the couch instead of the cushion. He cried a "man that really hurt" cry for about 30 seconds. And then started jumping again. The next day I noticed he would only walk on his toes. That lasted for a day or two. Then he just had a little limp. Sometimes a barely noticeable limp. A week later, the limp got a bit worse and a few times he buckled and fell to the ground. But never cried about it. Never complained. Never slowed down.
After a week I figured we should "just make sure it's not broken". Because surely if it was broken, he would have cried harder. Cried longer. Limped more. Not walked at all.
Went to the doctor. She examined him. He didn't cry, flinch, wince. Nothing. "Let's just x-ray it to be sure, but it doesn't seem to be broken."
Since I'm pregnant, I couldn't stand by him during the x-ray. He was NOT happy about that. I watched him through the window. He screamed at me. At the technician. At the entire clinic.
And somehow, they did the first image wrong, so we got to do it twice. Awesome.
Then we waited. And waited. And waited for the report to come back. The x-ray guy (no idea what his official name is) seemed to struggle a little with computers (not sure how he got that job) so it took a while to get the report written up and back to my doctor.
In the meantime, Carter was running wild through the clinic. Flirting with nurses. Climbing chairs. Running through different exam rooms. Yes, running.
As he was running down the hall, my doctor came by and said "Oh, yep. It's broken." Wait, what? Really?? How can that be?
"I never would have thought he broke that bone, but he sure did. Come look".
Broken fibia. The bone that doesn't bare much weight (if any weight--I'm not sure). So he was still able to walk. But still, he broke a bone. He definitely should have cried harder.
So I let him run for a few more minutes and then we had to cast him. He sat on my lap. And once the nurse touched him, the screaming began. He was hysterical. Hysterical. Various nurses frantically tried to distract him. I just shook my head. He wasn't hurt. He was mad. Because someone (other than his mom) was touching him. And when he's mad, there is nothing you can do to distract. So I just said "you better hurry" :)
The first night home was a little rough. He cried. A lot. Mainly because one of his sleeping positions is on his stomach with his legs tucked up under him. But he can't bend that leg. So he was mad. And it was hard to roll around and move.
The next morning, he rolled on the floor, scooted on his bumb, slid on his stomach, and whined to be carried. That lasted for about an hour. Then he realized he can still walk. Since then he's been completely fine. Hasn't cried about the cast at all. Doesn't try to pull it off. Doesn't seem to even care.
And it hasn't slowed him down one bit. He's just as crazy as ever. Only it's even scarier to watch because he's slightly off balance.
He's also learned to use the cast as a weapon and has brought tears to my eyes on more than one occasion when he catches me in the knee cap or shin. He finds it quite funny. I, however, do not.
He only has to wear it for 3 weeks. Thankfully baby bones heal quickly.
So the broken bone tally has officially begun. I'm hoping it's a very short tally. But something tells me it may be otherwise.
Cutest little cast I've ever seen. When he runs, he looks like a little pirate with a fake leg. I really want to dress him up in pirate garb.
This was the only iphone picture I could get. He seriously was hysterical.
