Today is exactly three months since our previous post in the well-documented life of Hood #7 + 1… Where we mentioned that he had taken up flying… off the jungle gym that is…
And ended up with his little leg in a plaster cast from his toes to the top. It was our first broken bone ever and I can say they whole experience was somewhat daunting – for all of us!!! Keeping a 2. yr old, free-range character still-ish has been an achievement!!! We couldn’t have done it without his team of siblings!!!
- Broken Legs Actually Hurt:
- Movies are not the answer:
- A Full-time buddy:
- A Warm Bath:
- Getting outdoors:
- Plaster casts are not indestructible:
- There is no such thing as a quick fix:
- It is all in the mind:
Folks will say – “Your kid will be running about in no time…” We found this not to be true!!! He was sore and in pain and keeping him immobilized was pretty easy for the first two weeks, he really didn’t want to move. And the only way he could possibly get around anywhere was in a parents arms. Siblings are not always to be trusted not to have a piggy back fight or a race up and down the yard while holding a toddler in the fireman’s grip.
We are not a tv family and my kids are just not used to hours of movies… I had this vision of sitting my little guy in front of a couple of movies and he would idle his days away… this was not the case!!! A TV free child is unfortunately not trained to sit for hours in front of a screen and will generally become mind numbingly bored very quickly and if the remote is in reach will toss it at the screen with alarming accuracy.
Luckily this was an adventure taken on by the youngest kidlet… and so there were lots of older siblings to provide endless entertainment. Older sisters are fantastic, will read stories and bake endless pretend cookies and generally entertain quietly for hours. Older brothers – not so much… they don’t have the quietness factor and will have bouncing competitions on the couch to see who can bounce higher and will eventually teach your 2 yr old how to lob balls, books and any other items around the house using the plaster cast as a baton.
I believe in warm baths, they are my “mend-all” answer to any illness, well when you have a plaster cast from your toes to your hip a bath is out of the question. Every other child hood illness/event in our house has been cured by hours languishing in the bath… I do have a brilliant friend who dashed off a cast cover… thank-you so much!!! A letter is on its way to you!!! – but we could only use it further down the line when the pain dissipated, He really didn’t want anything near his leg and the thought of even sliding a cover over it was … well unachievable. Plenty of baths were had in the kitchen sink and he enjoyed them!!!
Was not an option, this is my “love the outdoors” can’t stop digging guy… Well there was no ways he could take that cast near sand or mud or sticks or even leaves, because boys must do what boys must do and that involves jamming things into small spaces and down casts… quickly learnt that he needed to wear trousers over his cast rather than shorts… and we had to stay away from LEGO too.
This little guy has always hated having anything covering his feet… from birth those little feet stick out of the bedding – still do. I knew we were in trouble when twenty-four hours into the adventure he tried to rip this “ibitating-sock” (irritating-sock) off with his bare hands. He discovered trousers for the first – only ever worn shorts before!!! – and we kept his cast covered as much as we could. But by three weeks in he had systematically sat in kicked at the heel over and over again until he had split it… a man must do what a man must do… and back we went for a new cast. This time a half cast and he was instantly much more able to move about.
He/we survived the six weeks and there was much jubilation at the removing of the cast… only to discover, and no one tells you this… that your child will still be in heaps of pain and no-where near being able to walk and run about. I think maybe folks forget!!! Here we are at three months down the line and he is still waking up nights in pain and he is still hobbling about and unwilling to run about and play. We have taken him back to the doctor and this is to be expected – then he showed me the x-rays and I am so glad I didn’t see them before I would have died!!! So while our little guy he thrilled to be back in the mud and able to languish in a warm bath with his animal friends, he isn’t really ready to take on the world or the jungle gym yet… though he doesn’t think twice about trying!!!
And the se7en + 1th thing…
As soon as he became immobilized he started learning things like never before and a whole lot of baby-ness flew out of the window (sob)… he now has all his colors, even obscure ones; counts like a legend; conquered pronouns (always the funny mistakes I like to hang on too); his love of books has become an obsession… My first child to love and adore puzzles; he talks and talks all sorts of great big words and all sorts of favorite topics. His favorite playthings… definitely cooking and trains; favorite books are mostly cook books – he adores “caikes” and we may well have a pastry chef on our hands!!! And of course his love for dogs, animal books and pirates… go on as background music to all his new experiences… and adventures…
- Se7en + 1 is 27, Our Elf on the shelf…
- Se7en + 1 is Two
- Se7en + 1 = 21
- Se7en + 1 = 18
- Se7en + 1 = fifteen.
- Se7en + 1 = 1
- Se7en + 1 = 11
- Se7en + 1 = 10
- Se7en + 1 = 9
- Se7en + 1 = 8
- se7en + 1 = se7en.
- Se7en + 1 =6, really.
- Se7en + 1 = 5
- Se7en + 1 = 4
- se7en + 1 = 3 – A day in the life.
- Se7en + 1 = 6 weeks
- Se7en + 1 is a dreamer.
- How Se7en Became Se7en + 1 – Another homebirth story.
- Se7en hold Hood 8.
- Introducing Hood 7 + 1
- How Good is Your Math?
You Can Read About His Well Documented Life Here…
Se7en + 1 is 2.5 and Discovers Plaster Casts…