Ever since Bub's accident on Saturday, I've been hearing everyone's stories about how their child, niece, roommate's friend, broke (insertbonehere) when they were young. One grandma in Bub's preschool practice class went so far as to tell me that her doctor allowed her to take her daughter swimming in her cast, provided she thoroughly blow dried it afterward. I don't know about you, but the benefits and joy of swimming would have been severely outweighed by the prospect of spending an hour blow drying a cast and the worry that you missed a spot and now mold is growing behind your child's knee and it will be WEEKS before you know anything about it.
Anyway, when we were leaving the orthopedist on Wednesday, I looked into the waiting room and did a double take. Another mom I know was there with her daughter in a bright pink cast on her arm. She had hurt herself in the exact same way Bub had. Strange bummer of a coincidence.
Wednesday he got his cast on, and it many respects I was able to breathe a sigh of relief. The cast is much more stable than the splint and he's allowed to do whatever he feels comfortable doing. The doctor told me not to be nervous if he tries to crawl, stand or walk. He'll figure out if he's ready for those things pretty quickly. He told me that the bones are full of nerve endings that make up for the fact that two year olds are generally without the good sense to know not to put pressure on their freshly broken bones.
Be that as it may, he may have overdone his newfound freedom yesterday as I was up with him for HOURS last night. This isn't really much a change from the norm as we've yet to get a full night's sleep since the incident, but I think I was hoping for a sleep miracle. Movement=exhaustion=sleep. I have to remind myself that it's been less than a week, but I'm not accustomed to the newborn exhaustion anymore so mostly I just complain and shoot death stares at my husband's sleeping form when I climb back into bed. (In his defense, he has offered to get up in the middle of the night, but he does have a job and I don't so I'm very noble and I let him sleep. Plus, I get to complain more.)
On the bright side, both grandmas are scheduled to visit this weekend, so that should break up the monotony for my poor boy a little bit. Also, we're having a big poker night fundraiser for my MOMS club on Saturday night. Even though I'm going dateless, it should be a good time.
Oh, and I made a HUGE batch of pumpkin chocolate chip cookies, which I plan to eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner all weekend.