Free at last...mostly

We just got home from Ben's 37-hour doctor appointment. Okay, so we were only gone six hours, but I'm feeling exhausted and dramatic (thanks to downtown Boston traffic, seriously don't get me started), so I'm sticking with my 37-hour story. Anyway, we are thrilled to share that Ben is cast free! That big blue thing sits in the garbage of the Boston Children's Hospital—right where it belongs.

Great new for sure. But his leg is not completely free of beautiful accessories. He is now the proud owner of a lovely little black boot, known as a Wee Walker, not to be confused with a weed wacker. His bones are healing very well, but they were concerned that if he went straight to running and jumping around we would be playing this little game all over again and believe me, no one wants that. Especially his dramatic mother. So he gets to limp around in a boot for the next two or three weeks until they can check him again. He doesn't want anything to do with his boot for now and prefers to just scoot around like before, but hopefully he will get up and get going when he feels ready. Until then, we are thrilled that it can be taken off for baths and sleeping.

So there you all go! I know you were just all sitting by your computer waiting for the post to come up. You can rest easy. Or just go about your business as you were before. Either way. I, on the other hand, will be giving our little guy a bath for the first time in three weeks. And then putting him to bed for the night without a big, blue cast to deal with. I think I'll miss hearing him clunk that thing against the bars of the crib several times a night. No I won't. That's just crazy talking.

Did I mention I'm exhausted? And that I will never drive into Boston again? Ever. Or at least until the next appointment. I am so sticking with my small town living. I wonder what that guy who owns the 7-Eleven knows about broken bones...

 

(Oh and before you all think I'm dramatic or something, I'd just like to defend my
driving bitterness with the fact that in addition to today's drive, I spent one hour and
forty-five minutes driving into Boston last night for a work party for Jacob. The drive
was supposed to take thirty minutes. I'm over Boston traffic. It is dead to me.)