Since Marshall was fairly young I have resigned myself to the fact that there would come a day (or days) that I would find myself in the Dr.'s office waiting for a cast/stitches/x-rays/etc. I've always sort of planned on it so I wouldn't be shocked to find myself there. Well, today was that day. Really just the first, I'm sure, but we've survived the initial experience and now I'm starting to wonder how the rest of it will pan out.
Tyler is now officially the first of our kids to break a bone. He got tripped up by a hose yesterday while we were helping Uncle Jon with his Eagle Project and it turns out he broke his tibia. It is a long, diagonal fracture through the bigger shin bone and I feel so bad for the little guy.
He was a pretty brave boy while the doctor was checking out his leg and he resisted plenty while he was getting x-rayed, but he was ticked when they started putting the cast on. He didn't get over that part for a while. I am so glad I thought to grab his blankie and doggie when we left for the doctor- he held on to those two things quite a bit through the various procedures and sweetly demanded them when his cast was going on. He's sleeping it all off now, but I'm definitely nervous about the adjustment period we're all going to have to this giant "club" on his leg. I never thought to mentally prep myself for this part.
Look how sweet he looks... the poor kid spent a good three hours sleeping once we got home from the doctor.
Get better soon my little one.