So little nugget managed to fracture her tibia by simply sitting on her leg wrong…of all the things. She rides waves, climbs couches, sits on tables, scales up rocks, and she breaks her leg sitting…really?! Yup, true story.
She sat funny on her leg on tuesday night, let out a little squeal and then didnt want to walk on it all night. The next morning we took her to the dr. in town who assumed it was a sprain since she didnt have any swelling or bruising. She gave us some pain medication and a little muscle rub and we were on our way. We called our pedi in the States and he assumed it was the same and said to give it a few days. 4 days later she still didnt want to walk and we just couldnt take it anymore so off to San Jose we went.
On the way to San Jose we grabbed the dogs to drop them off at Deanne’s so she could watch them for the night. Of course on the drive up the hill to Deanne’s we hit a bump and charles pops out of the back seat and falls on the floor. We drop him off at Deanne’s limping on two legs. Yup, true story. We now had a limping dog and a limping child.
5 hours and a boat ride later we arrive in San Jose and head over to CIMA (private hospital). This story will have to continue when Sophie is not throwing donald duck at my head and yelling “catch mommy”. I’ll be back. Ok ipad saves the day. So at CIMA the nugget was smiling and waving at everyone- until someone tried to touch her and take her temperature. All hell broke loose and from there on in if anyone tried to touch her she absolutely positively went insane. Not just like no dont touch me please, like complete leg kicking insane. This was especially great considering we needed to do an xray where she would have to sit completely still. The solution: swaddle her upper body in a blanket so she couldnt move and then mommy and daddy just held her leg down for some photo ops. The entire time she just looked up at me and repeated “im stuck, mommy, stuuuuuuck”.
3 hours later it was confirmed by the ortho specialist that tater tot had fractured her tibia. He agreed to put her in a removable cast since it wasn’t a bad break and it would make our life easier for swimming, bathing, and that dreaded moment of “Shoe on (meaning shoe off)” and us not being able to take it off. As soon as the dr. said “cast” Will and I both had visions of a screaming toddler wanting this foreign plaster thing off her leg and in her very typical toddler fashion, repeating this request over and over and over in an ever so pleasant screechy whine!
Luckily the Wee Walker entered the room and we were able to leave the hospital without a permanent case and screaming child. In fact she thought it was a new shoe and when we put it on she said “look mommy, it’s pretty”. Clearly she didnt share that sentiment 3 hours later or the next morning, but we’re slowly getting back to her shoe being pretty and not a complete screaming match and leg kicking fiasco…slowly.
We picked up a four legged walking Charles so luckily he sorted his limp out and Sophie is beginning to stand a bit in her cast and hopefully will soon start walking in it without pain. Whew it has been a long week and thankfully everyone is well but im pretty sure some new grey hairs have made their appearance.
Here is a pic of Sophie’s high tech leg cast. Im sure there will be plenty more in the next 4 weeks. Ugh, 4 weeks of this cast. I think i just puked a little. However, all the stress aside, Sophie has been her usual trooper self and I am so very proud of our little munchkin! She has a broken leg and can’t run like the little looney she wants to be but she still manages to smile, joke, and be her usual loving prankster self!
