Picture this (as I am sure every mother can)....
you're done with your child's 6 month check-up...
they are crying from shots...
you are walking in sandals (the easiest thing to put on)...
and rushing up and down the curbs to get to your car (Summerlin Medical Center)...
wishing you had used your awesome, easy stroller because your baby (who just passed the 90th percentile is too heavy for his infant seat)...
and step down off the final curb (10 ft) from your car and your sandals slip, you go down hard trying to save your baby from getting head trauma!
I am sure moms (even dads) can relate to this....
it did happen to me on Friday.
Unfortunately, as I fell I distinctly heard a pop and landed on my butt.
Mike was still on the airplane from Texas for a week and thankfully, my mom and dad, were in town. I called them and said, "Hey mom, please come find me in the parking lot...I broke my ankle!"
They rescued me, Luke had fallen asleep (what a sweetie) and the E.R. got me in and out in less than 2 hours (I think a record). My mother in-love was home with Gracie and sick Blake. I ended up breaking my fibula on my lower leg. Now I am stuck in a cast (my right, driving leg, of course) for 6 weeks (no weight bearing) and then a walking cast for 6 weeks after that. The Dickinsons (Mike's parents) rented me an awesome knee walker (see picture) so I can get around the house and carry my kid. I know it could be worse and I am so thankful I didn't tear ligaments and all...but it still stinks the big one that I am trapped in my own body now!
If you really know me, you know how hard it is for me to sit with my foot up and watch my house fall apart around me...ARRRGHHH!
you're done with your child's 6 month check-up...
they are crying from shots...
you are walking in sandals (the easiest thing to put on)...
and rushing up and down the curbs to get to your car (Summerlin Medical Center)...
wishing you had used your awesome, easy stroller because your baby (who just passed the 90th percentile is too heavy for his infant seat)...
and step down off the final curb (10 ft) from your car and your sandals slip, you go down hard trying to save your baby from getting head trauma!
I am sure moms (even dads) can relate to this....
it did happen to me on Friday.
Unfortunately, as I fell I distinctly heard a pop and landed on my butt.
Mike was still on the airplane from Texas for a week and thankfully, my mom and dad, were in town. I called them and said, "Hey mom, please come find me in the parking lot...I broke my ankle!"
They rescued me, Luke had fallen asleep (what a sweetie) and the E.R. got me in and out in less than 2 hours (I think a record). My mother in-love was home with Gracie and sick Blake. I ended up breaking my fibula on my lower leg. Now I am stuck in a cast (my right, driving leg, of course) for 6 weeks (no weight bearing) and then a walking cast for 6 weeks after that. The Dickinsons (Mike's parents) rented me an awesome knee walker (see picture) so I can get around the house and carry my kid. I know it could be worse and I am so thankful I didn't tear ligaments and all...but it still stinks the big one that I am trapped in my own body now!
If you really know me, you know how hard it is for me to sit with my foot up and watch my house fall apart around me...ARRRGHHH!
It could be worse, I know! SNAP!
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