We have been a house full of owies lately. Matty woke up Tuesday morning and was limping. I waited for a few days to see if it got better but it didn't so I took him to the pediatrician. She sent us for x-rays. The X-rays came back saying there was a non-specific gray area on the 3rd metatarsal. Basically they can't tell if its broken or just swollen blood vessels or such. So my pediatrician told me to schedule an appt with an orthopedic doctor to be safe. This was last Friday. I couldn't get into an orthopedic doctor until Wednesday. So matty limped for a few more days. He looked like he was getting better but I kept the appt anyway to be safe.
Wednesday came and we saw the dr. He looked at the X-ray and told me that he definitely has a crack in his foot that looks like its beginning to heal. He then gave me two options.
1. I could let it heal on its own and risk someone stepping on his foot or him jumping on it the wrong way and possibly break it clean through and end up in a cast
OR
2. I could cast it right then and there and it would be on for 3 weeks.
Well I chose to just cast it.
We now have a bright neon ORANGE cast on his left foot. He looks like a traffic cone!
I feel so bad because I have no idea what he did. I think we come to the conclusion he kicked Kinsey's bed frame in the middle of the night and busted it.
He seems to be doing really well with it. It doesn't seem to ever bother him which is good.
Worst part?
Sponge baths.
It's so annoying not being able to just give him a bath.
Only 19 more......
Also during all of this I slipped on a stupid toy and popped my hip out of place and then back in. I thought I was going to die. I cried like a baby for a good 20 minutes and have myself 2 black eyes from popping the blood vessels. I looked so stupid.
Miss K fell and hit her face on Kinsey's bed frame and bruised her face.
We are just walking injuries. My poor kids. They didn't have a chance in this world to be normal. I trip over thread in the carpet. I can't walk through any doorway without hitting my hips or elbows on something. It's really pathetic.
Also Berto keeps getting mail from life insurance companies and cremation places. I think the universe is trying to tell us something. He gets mail like this at least twice a week. It's creepy.
And grandma they finally uploaded the terrible photo at don cucos from my birthday.
Here's some pics of our recent debacles.
