The Broken Leg

Last night, I came home from work and was greeted by all of my children with hugs and kisses (well, except Sarah who said, “Hey Mom” and proceeded to behave like a 9-almost-10-year-old…but anyway), and I hung up my coat, dropped my bag at the door and proceeded to have a blast with Dominic.  We were on the couch and we played “The Kissing Game.”  This is where he gives me kiss after kiss and then I tickle him over and over again.  It was so much fun.
A little bit after that, he was in the other room and he came walking into the living room where I was (still) sitting on the couch holding his arm.  He had the beginnings of tears in his eyes and he said, “Heh-ehn hi– me” (Helen hit me).  So, Helen got in timeout, which incidentally led to the tears in Dominic’s eyes drying right up before they spilled over and him toddling off to continue to play.
As I was getting dinner, I heard Dominic crying.  Typically, when he falls or hurts himself, he’ll come and get me if it’s bad.  So I waited.  But then I heard him still crying so I asked Craig to go and get him (I was putting dinner on the table).  From what we could surmise, Dominic had fallen, but no one had seen it so no one knew what he’d done and he wouldn’t stand up on his own.  Craig held him for a bit and he fell asleep, so we put him in bed.
This morning, we found out that school was closed for a snow day, but I intended to take Dominic to daycare so Craig could rest and the girls could probably handle getting breakfast, cleaning up their rooms and hanging out together until he got up.  When I went to get Dominic dressed, he wouldn’t put any weight on his right foot.  Ultimately, Craig and I decided I should take him to Children’s Mercy Hospital ER since whatever happened had happened the previous night and it’s kind of serious that your 2-year-old won’t put any weight on his leg.
Off to the hospital we went.  They checked us in, and I was really glad I’d brought his immunization record as they kept asking if all his vaccinations were up to date.  They initially thought they’d localized the injury to the hip area because they could move his lower leg without causing him much pain until they would affect the hip area.  When they X-rayed, at first they didn’t notice much and they started telling me that there is some sort of infection kids can get in a joint about a week after a cold (Dominic had a little congestion/conjunctivitis that we’d treated with over-the-counter meds last week). 
The doctor came in another time and started putting pressure on Dominic’s legs in different places and a closer look at the X-ray revealed a slight (they termed it hairline) fracture at the bottom of his Tibia.  They called it a Toddler Fracture or Toddler Break and they said it was common.  Well…not common to me!  This is our first broken bone in four kids!  Apparently, when toddlers run around, sometimes they make a movement and with the right pressure, it can cause this type of fracture.

The good doctors and nurses got us a “Wee Walker” which is a boot for toddlers to wear and he didn’t need a cast or anything.   We had to use an Ace bandage over it because Dominic was trying to take the boot off the minute they put it on!

They gave us a prescription for pain medicine.  And he sat on the couch the rest of the afternoon watching Super Why and Dora the Explorer.  We went to our parish’s Spaghetti Dinner tonight and he sat there without complaint for the three hours we were there.  Seriously…for my son to sit there and not complain and try to get down and move around is a miracle and it means his leg REALLY HURTS.  😦

He’s in bed now…in his Superman pajamas…and his boot.  Poor baby.
I guess I’m glad it’s just a small thing in the grand scheme of things.  A girl in the stall next to us (she sounded like she was 6 or 7 years old) had a break somewhere that they had to re-break and I cried for her not even knowing her as I heard her screaming and pleading, “Is it over yet?”  Oh my…I prayed for her and then I prayed that nothing like that needed to be done to Dominic.

I think from now on, I’ll probably go running when I hear him fall or cry.  Well, at least for awhile.  I wish I’d noticed right when it happened that he needed to go to the hospital.  But I guess it helped out that we waited until today so Craig didn’t call in to work.  Interesting how that sort of stuff works out.