Poor DS

Just when I thought I was in the home stretch another crisis hit.

Yesterday was a very long day. It all started Monday evening about 3 hours after DS had his cast removed. He was walking (yes walking) up our driveway when he tripped. He went down and tried to save his arm/wrist. Well he did a good job at doing that but in the process the shock of the fall was absorbed by his left leg/knee. He cried so hard and was in so much pain. I immediately gave him Tylenol and iced the knee. I got him in the shower and then into bed. Meanwhile, I never fell asleep. I dozed here and there during the night but I have to tell you I was scared at how he would wake up yesterday. Well my fears were realized when he couldn't even get out of bed to get to the bathroom without help. I went to help him up thinking his leg was stiff and saw his knee was the size of a softball. That is HUGE for DS who is on the thin side.

After getting him to the bathroom and dressed and DD dressed and off to school, we again went back to the ER. Again, explaining what happened, x-rays and waiting. Lots and lots of waiting. Finally almost 4 hours later, we got the diagnosis. The dr. said it was good news but not the greatest. Nothing was broken (thank God) but he pulled, strained, bruised and whatnot the knee. How can this be? He just tripped. While waiting for the nurse to get the crutches and knee immobilizer, the dr. took me aside and told me that yes it was a normal tripping that we all do, but the difference is he was trying to save his wrist. He didn't put his arms out in front of him to cushion his fall. So therefore he just went down and went down hard and the left leg took the brunt of the fall of this 90 pound boy. Of course, I am still not happy and couldn't wait to get home to call his orthopedist who is now becoming my best friend as we see him more than our pediatrician. I help DS out of the hospital (those crutches are going to be the death of him at that point) and we opt for him holding on to me (we are almost the same size; I am just 4-5 inches taller than DS). We get to the car, I pick up some lunch and home we go.

I called the dr. office sheepishly to explain what happened and to give them the Thursday date of DS's MRI of the wrist. Well this is the first I breathed a sigh of relief. The nurse explained that it happens and DS did a good thing by not putting out his arms as since the growth plate is fractured, it could have ended up being a full blown break as he is without a cast and only the wrist brace. She also said it happens a lot and the dr. would see him Monday right after school to either recast or rebrace the wrist and to treat the knee.

Last night DS and I were in bed by 8:30. I think we were both asleep by 8:45. I just couldn't take anymore of yesterday. My nerves were shot and DS was in pain and there was nothing this mom could do to take it away. I wish I was able to do that.

This morning is a new day and DS looks like he has been in a fight with this thing on his leg from thigh to calf, the crutches and of course the wrist brace. I walked him into school and talked to his teacher who felt just as bad as me. Poor DS hasn't caught a break since we moved. Just when things were going well, he fractured the wrist. Then it was getting better on Monday and we were dragged back down again.

Today was a little better. DS got to the bathroom by himself and dressed himself with the exception of shoes and socks. I got the knee immobilizer on and I have to say I did better than the nurse did yesterday. DS put his wrist brace on himself. Both DS and DD had breakfast and so far so good today. Oh, and he is walking better with the crutches so that is a good thing.

For today, I am going to destress and finish up the laundry that I didn't do yesterday and I am going to prepare dinner early. Then between laundry and dinner prep, I am going to either crochet or stitch. I don't know what but I do know that this is my therapy for the day.

Have a great one everyone!!!