Just a couple of days ago, on Wednesday afternoon, Colin broke his leg jumping on the trampoline. I was upstairs, pulling laundry from the dryer. Dean was downstairs, working on the computer. Dean happened to be home that day, as he was feeling like crap that morning and decided to call in sick. As the day went on he felt better, so he was getting some work done from home. I had just come from downstairs, and I had noticed in passing that the neighbor and his kids were jumping on their trampoline. I heard the bustle of Jordan and Colin going outside to do the same thing. Within a minute there was yelling and screaming coming from our side of the fence. I hollered down to Dean to go tell Jordan and Colin to be quiet so that they wouldn't annoy the neighbor who was outside enjoying some time with his kids. Then I heard Dean come in with a sobbing Colin and he brought him upstairs. I came out of our closet where I had been putting the laundry away, and there was Colin, laying down on the floor and Dean looking him over.
Now, I am the kind of mom that is the wait-and-see type when it comes to injury. 99% of the time it is not as bad as our four little drama queens make it out to be. I am hard-pressed to even dispense a band aid. There has be BLOOD...LOTS of it. This time around I was skeptical. There was nothing outwardly wrong to suggest that there was an injury to Colin's leg, except the fact that Colin refused to put any weight on his leg and seemed to be in a lot of pain. I manipulated all of his joints in both legs, there was no swelling, and he couldn't point out the exact location..he just indicated the entire left side of his body, which isn't exactly specific. As time went on the area under his left knee grew warm, so we figured that was where the fracture likely was. (Well, we didn't know it was a fracture, but all signs were pointing that way..)
Given the fact that he refused to bear weight, Dean thought it best that we go to Urgent Care. Now, in the meantime, Jordan completely lost it. It was basically his fault. He had jumped hard on the trampoline, in order to bounce Colin really high. It was intentional, but totally meant in the spirit of fun. The kids like it when he does that. We were kids once too, and we both remember that it was fun to bounce kinda crazy like that. The problem is, Jordan can't quite regulate his quest for fun with keeping things safe. We've warned him a thousand times that Colin and Owen are too small to bounce really hard like that, and to keep it in check. He forgets... So, as it became apparent that it was serious, Jordan just lost it and started bawling because he felt so bad. Even at 13 going on 14, Jordan is a sensitive kid, and he wears his heart on his sleeve. So, we asked him to pull it together and hold down the fort while Dean and I took Colin to get checked out.
The exam was pretty quick and routine. Colin was not happy to be there, and refused to talk to any of the doctors or nurses. He wouldn't even accept a popsicle from the doc - I had to be the go-between. He had a couple of x-rays done, and sure enough, there was a small fracture line at the top of his tibia. The doctor placed his leg in a splint and wrapped it up and sent us home. Nothing could be done, casting-wise, until the swelling went down. Of which there really was none, but whatever...
Since the splint goes up the back of his leg and up past his knee just a bit, Colin can not bend his leg. So getting him home, strapped in the car seat was an issue at first. Luckily we had a spare fleece blanket, and so we devised a long sling to suspend his leg. We used the handle that is just above his seat to tie the blanket to and adjusted the height so that his leg was at just the right angle - it actually worked pretty well!
So for the past day and a half, Colin has been either on the couch or in bed. We have to carry him everywhere, so bathroom trips are the most difficult thing right now. His leg has to stick straight out, so I have to prop it up on my knee while he sits down and does his business. His siblings have been kind enough to bring various toys to him and take turns playing with him on the couch, but I can tell this will get old, very quickly. I think reality set in for him a bit yesterday, when he asked if he could go outside and play in the sandbox with his trucks. 'No'. Jump on the trampoline? 'Are you serious? No.' Ride his bike? 'Uh...no' This kid is a constant mover. So the upside is that we will now know where Colin is at all times. The downside is that Colin won't be happy about that. At all.
Today we are going to the orthopaedic center - the same place I had my shoulder surgery done - to see a specialist. Unfortunately the pediatric guy was booked solid, so Colin will be seeing a 'bone specialist' instead. This is probably a good thing, because the fracture line is awfully close to the growth plate at the top of the tibia, and this could lead to some serious problems as Colin grows - like uneven bone length kind of stuff... We'll know more in a few hours.
Not happy to be here... "Stop lookin' at me!!" |
Daddy helps with the popsicle |
He looks happy here. Which totally does not make sense. |
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