Thursday, August 31, 2006

Catch Up

I haven't written in a little while and something momentous has occurred.  My little Aly has turned two.  Yes, right before our eyes she has gone from a little baby to a full blown prima donna.  I am telling you she is a little diva.  Tantrums left and right.  She has no problem lying down on the sidewalk if it will help make a point.  However, she has not realized the pitfall of being the younger child.  With the first you try to figure out what is wrong with your child.  What should we do to stop this behavior?  The answer is you do nothing. You just have to let her do her own thing.  She snaps out of it pretty quickly once she realizes we aren't paying attention.  Then when she does something great, like helping clean up, we give her huge amounts of praise.  She is getting a tiny bit better everyday, she actually listened to me this morning when I asked her to not smash her face against the window.  Instead she gave me a big hug smashing her snotty nose into the front of my shirt instead.  So for the big turning two occasion we had a yummy coconut cake, a few balloons, and a couple of choice gifts that she loved.  It wasn't all fun and games though because S was sick, we had to do a very low key party.  To make it up to her, yeah like she will really remember this one, we will kind of do a combo Cat and Aly party next month when Cat turns four.
 
Like I said above, Scott has been sick.  He was in huge amounts of pain.  I won't go into details as I am sure he would hate to know I was writing about it, but it was basically making it impossible for him to sit for any length of time.  He ended up in urgent care, the emergency room, and then in surgery.  He was so much better after surgery.  It was a tough few weeks with me still on the mend and then S ending up in the hospital.  Things are better now.  Plus my mom came to stay with us for a couple weeks, super huge help.
 
As for my leg, life with the boot has been great and now after just two weeks I am being asked to wean off of the boot.  As a mom you know how hard it is for your kids to wean off of anything they have become accustomed to using on a regular basis.  Well that is me with the boot.  I must give it up.  Physical therapy is going great I can walk without crutches very, very slowly.  But my balance is not where it should be so outside of PT I still need to use them.  But the boot I just don't want to give it up yet, even though they say I don't need it anymore.  It supports my no muscle, swollen, bruised, scarred leg and without it I don't feel so hot.  Not to mention most shoes will not fit on my right foot.  I had to go out and spend some dollars on a few new pairs of wide-load shoes, Crocs, Keens, and some NBs.  I can't even get my foot into my beloved Danskos.  My therapist said I should just hide the boot away and try not to use it, to only bring it out if I get really sore.  So what does really sore mean? If a few Tylenol don't solve the problem then the boot can come out.
 
Cat has had swim class the past two weeks.  She is really great at blowing bubbles, but so far refuses to stick her whole face in the water.  She has one more class tomorrow to do this great feat, otherwise she will not be able to move up to being a Pre-Penguin.  She loves swimming.  I don't know when I have ever seen her smile so much in such a short period of time.  Warms a mama's heart to see her little girl so happy.

Tuesday, August 15, 2006

One Boot

Update on the leg.  I got my cast off today!  I wasn't supposed to get it off until tomorrow, but I went in today and they decided that the x-rays were looking really good.  So they gave me the boot.  It is a walking cast with a pump in it so it still supports my leg but I can start putting weight on it  Also I start physical therapy on Friday, I can now actively start working on getting my leg all healed up.
 

 

My broken ankle story

I feel the need to get my broken ankle story out in the open since I seem to go over it in my head on a daily basis.
On July 9th around 10:00am we had just put Aly down for a nap and I set Cat up to finish watching a movie she had started the night before.  I told her I was going outside for a few minutes to take pictures of the new house colors we were thinking of using for the house.  S was just on his way out to pick up some BBQ fixings for lunch.  I was moving around our backyard trying to get a good picture of the colors in the right light.  I was stepping over a pile of wood (leftover from home improvement) and my right heel landed on the edge of one of the pieces of wood.  That piece started sliding and as I fell to the ground twisting my ankle.  I don't remember hearing or feeling a crack, but I knew something was wrong because when I moved my leg my ankle just hung down.  Having never broken a bone I didn't know what was wrong, except that it hurt.  I knew that S had just left and I knew I couldn't get back into the house by myself.  I started calling for help and luckily my neighbor heard me.  She came rushing over and helped me into a chair then brought me a phone so that I could get a hold of S.  He came rushing back home, took a look at my ankle and said " we need to get you to the hospital". 
He practically carried me into the house where I rested in a chair while he got the kids in the car.  The emergency room wasn't that busy but every minute that ticked by seemed like an eternity.  I just wanted some pain killers and then everything would be better.  I could feel my body was in shock.  I had the chills, and had a hard time controlling my breathing when the pain got intense.  S said later that he had never seen me in so much pain.  The girls were being so good, wanting me to feel better.  Once I got into triage the nurse took a look at my ankle and told me they would get me in right away.  I told S to take the girls home as I would be there for while.  The doctor came in and looked at my ankle.  He wouldn't give me any pain medication until they knew exactly what was going on, twist or fracture.  There was a chance of surgery, he told me, and if that was the case he needed to wait to talk to the Orthopedic Surgeon.  I was wheeled back to x-ray.  She took one shot and told me that she wasn't allowed to tell me anything but she could show me the picture.  I could tell it wasn't good.  She did the rest of my x-rays and sent me back to my stall in the emergency room.  Doctor came back in and said I had three fractures and how did I feel about surgery that afternoon?  OMG, surgery?  He talked to the OS who said I could have morphine while they splinted my leg.  Morphine is a very strange drug.  I felt like it wasn't doing anything for the pain, it wasn't I could still feel the pain, but it was like I could care less about the pain.  It felt like my leg was just sitting there on the table.
I was wheeled up to my new "private room" in the hospital. I watched TV, had some more morphine and waited for S to come back.  S got there, our neighbors were watching the kids.  He couldn't believe that after a little fall in the backyard I was laying in the hospital waiting to go into surgery.  The doctor came in and explained the surgery and all I could concentrate on was hardware and six weeks off my feet.  Ugh.
So here I sit almost five weeks later hoping my ankle is healing.  Thinking about all the things I won't be able to do for awhile.  I know it will get better.  Good thing I am not a shoe person, because I probably won't be wearing heels anything soon.  It is a learning experience and a force that makes me take some time out and think about where I am in my life.  I have a whole list of things I want to start doing.  Projects with my kids, ideas to pursue, classes to take.  I can't wait to get back to work full time.  Above all I can't wait to just hang with my family again.  My kids deserve a lot of mama/kiddo time.

Friday, August 11, 2006

One month down

It has been one month since I broke my ankle. Well one month and two days, but who is counting? I am counting. Every single day gets checked off on my calendar. Only 1 1/2 weeks until my cast comes off but then the PT starts and learning how to walk again. I have all sorts of aches and pains, but the worst, by far worst thing about a cast is not being able to wash my leg. Yuck!

I have been told that the total healing process for my injury is about six months. Six friggin months. Everyday my girls want to know if I am better. As far as Cat is concerned she just wants me better for her birthday (six weeks away). Don't want to ruin the big four year old party. I also owe S many hours of childcare. He really wants me to be better soon. Can you imagine just a little slip in the backyard and I am down for the count. Oh, thank god I have insurance because my hospital bill came and just the time I spent in the emergency room, surgery, and overnight stay cost over $13,000, who knows how much the rest of the costs will be.

Life is good otherwise, kids are healthy, S starts a new job next month, Aly is turning two on the 22nd. I just like to have little pity parties every now and then.

I have been ignoring my poor blog lately, can't seem to get into the writing mode, but I will try harder, I promise.