And yes they drink milk. And take Calcium vitamins. We have BAD luck with broken legs around here.
Carter broke his leg when he was about 17 months old. Jumping on the couch. He cried for about 30 seconds and then was fine. But he had a slight (very slight) limp for about a week so we took him in to get him checked. Just to be safe. And while he was literally running around the pediatrician’s office, she came out and told me it was broken.
This is him playing soccer in the street after he broke his leg but before we took him to the doctor.
He cried harder getting the cast on than he did when he broke his leg. Not because it hurt. He didn’t want people touching him.
He recovered from cast trauma quickly.
While he had the cast on, he also got pink eye. Hot. Mess.
He adapted to regular life with a cast quite quickly.
He refused to wear the protective boot. So we tried to protect it with socks. That didn’t work either. He busted through the first cast after one week and had to get another cast put on.
Carter then broke his other leg just before he turned 3. Jumping on the tramp. On his dad’s birthday. He was on there with his older sisters and cousins. And they bounced him too high. And then took the bounce out of the tramp. At least that’s what we guessed happen. There were no reliable witness’s. But we knew from the way he acted that it was broken. He is a physically tough (but emotionally fragile) little boy.
This brake was worse than the first one. He had to be in a hard splint for a week before we could put a cast on. And he wasn’t allowed to walk. That was tricky getting him around while having a baby around too.
Getting the cast on this time was much less traumatizing for both of us.
Relaxed as could be. No worries, ladies. I’ve been here before.
Then it was off to target to get his “wheelchair” a.k.a skateboard, and a sharpie so people could sign his cast.
He wasn’t allowed to walk on it for 3 weeks. It was a long 3 weeks.
Once he was allowed to walk, I told him “You can walk now”. So he stood up, took a few steps, looked at me in complete surprise and said “I CAN WALK!!! I CAN WALK!!!” I think in his little mind he thought he’d never walk again. It brought tears to my eyes. What a blessing that it was just a little broken leg that would eventually heal and not a lifetime battle we would have to fight like some parents do with their kids.
He again adapted quickly.
And broke through this cast as well. We just put duct tape on it. Duct tape fixes everything.
He doesn’t like loud noises.
And then Caleb, in an effort to be just like his brother (which he tries to do daily) broke his leg falling off my sisters front porch steps when he was about 18 months old. He thought he could walk down the steps going forward. Turns out he couldn’t. And we knew right away, having dealt with Carter’s prior broken leg, that it was broken. But we waited for one day so we could take him to our own pediatrician. We’re running out of instacare’s to take the boys to without having to worry about DCFS.
Caleb was allowed to put weight on his and walk, but he wouldn’t. For about 10 days. It was a long 10 days.
He started pulling the “stuffing” out, so he got his cast off a few days early.
Carter. Still not diggin’ loud noises.
Here’s to hoping we’ve got all our broken legs out of the way.
