Today is Cast Day.
It's about time too, because keeping a two year old in an ace bandage should be criminal. Sure, clueless nurse at the orthopedist's office, I can tell him not to touch it, to leave it alone, not to mess with it. That's been remarkably effective, thank you.
I've had a lot of time to worry over these past few days. Is he in pain? Is he ever going to get his appetite back? Will he have to relearn to walk? Will we ever get a full night's sleep again? What if it gets cold? It's still very much summer here, but it's not hard to imagine that it will get cold sometime in the next six weeks, since we'll be well into NOVEMBER and wearing shorts exclusively might not fly. How filthy is he going to be after six weeks of only sponge baths? Is he going to miss Halloween and all of the fun things we had planned for fall? It's only 11am and we've already colored, played with cars, played catch, gone for a walk, done puzzles, put together and taken apart Mr. Potato Head, read 15 books, NOW WHAT?
I know all mothers of two year olds have silently wished that they would just sit still for a few minutes. I'll be more careful what I wish for next time.