I really didn't mean for this to turn into a trauma log (sort of like a travel log but fewer coconuts). I guess sometimes life's just like that.
Butterfly broke her leg! She was out riding her bike which she was just saying was her absolute favorite thing in the world to do. "Even better than friends," which I think was an exaggeration but tells you how much she loves it. She attempted to turn around in our garage and the bike slipped out from under her.
She has a long twisty break in her shin but it didn't actually move the bone anywhere. So she didn't need to have it set--just splinted. She crawls around and gets carried a lot and pushed in her stroller all during school (bless her teacher).
Flying Monkey is quite jealous. They've been seeing which of them can get the most attention by hollering in the middle of the night. So far, they're pretty evenly tied.
But I digress...I'm working on very little sleep here.
I was in so much shock at the doctor's office that he wasn't going to cast Butterfly's leg that I forgot to ask how long he thought it would take to heal. Plus, he was too busy lecturing me on how crutches were too hard for a little girl to use and how I should let her do what her body was telling her it could--like crawling, hopping, even putting pressure on her leg and hobbling.
"Do you hear that?" I asked her. "How do you figure you're going to get around?"
She looked at the doctor and said, "My body is telling me I need a wheelchair."
He thought it was very amusing but declined to write us a wheelchair prescription so now, on top of not having crutches or a wheelchair or a cast, we have shredded bandages because she's crawling everywhere. I have no idea where you buy heavy-duty, cool velcro bandages.
I'm thinking the doctor has never had to deal with this in his own family. Ever.
Butterfly broke her leg! She was out riding her bike which she was just saying was her absolute favorite thing in the world to do. "Even better than friends," which I think was an exaggeration but tells you how much she loves it. She attempted to turn around in our garage and the bike slipped out from under her.
She has a long twisty break in her shin but it didn't actually move the bone anywhere. So she didn't need to have it set--just splinted. She crawls around and gets carried a lot and pushed in her stroller all during school (bless her teacher).
Flying Monkey is quite jealous. They've been seeing which of them can get the most attention by hollering in the middle of the night. So far, they're pretty evenly tied.
But I digress...I'm working on very little sleep here.
I was in so much shock at the doctor's office that he wasn't going to cast Butterfly's leg that I forgot to ask how long he thought it would take to heal. Plus, he was too busy lecturing me on how crutches were too hard for a little girl to use and how I should let her do what her body was telling her it could--like crawling, hopping, even putting pressure on her leg and hobbling.
"Do you hear that?" I asked her. "How do you figure you're going to get around?"
She looked at the doctor and said, "My body is telling me I need a wheelchair."
He thought it was very amusing but declined to write us a wheelchair prescription so now, on top of not having crutches or a wheelchair or a cast, we have shredded bandages because she's crawling everywhere. I have no idea where you buy heavy-duty, cool velcro bandages.
I'm thinking the doctor has never had to deal with this in his own family. Ever.
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