Sunday, July 30, 2017

Our First Break

Summer got off to an interesting start for Mr. Maxo after he blindly followed his big brother off the edge of our backyard playset. He tried his best to be a tough guy -- walking all the way up to the house, eating lunch, and asking to watch cartoons before giving us obvious signs that this was something bigger than our normal bumps and bruises. 

A couple of hours, an x-ray, and a boot later...
Day #2 A day at home with mommy. It didn't take long for him to realize that he could still hobble around fairly well in his new "Iron Man boot." He started with a slow trip around our kitchen island and in no time I was hearing things like "Look at me, mommy! I can go all the way up the stairs!"
Day #3 Mom has a heart attack. Apparently he's not going to let anything slow him down.
Day #5 A trip to a pediatric orthopedist and a verdict. Two small fractures. One decent break. Four weeks in a boot.
For 4 weeks Max was an absolute trooper. He ran, he jumped, he climbed...he even got a boot-time-out so that he could do swimming lessons. The whole experience came with waaaaay less tears than I expected...and was way less stinky than had he needed a cast! 

Fast forward 4 weeks after the big jump...

 No more boot (too bad Mom forgot to bring his other flip-flop!)
Strict orders for no trampolines or bounce houses for an additional 4 weeks
**Celebratory donuts at 4PM**

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