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Monday, October 3, 2011

Interesting Morning

This morning started out rather usual. The kiddos woke up and we started our day while getting Alex ready to go to preschool. All was well.

We headed out the door and down the stairs. My daughter was being pokey {as per usual} so I was helping her move it along one step at a time.

Did I mention we have 3 flights of stairs?


We got down 2 flights of stairs successfully and were about halfway down the last set to the landing by our building door. One step, two steps, and that was it. I lost my footing. What happened next happened so quickly I don't even know how to explain it.

While holding Eliana's hand, I took a step with my right foot. My foot then rolled, I heard a loud "POP" and I staggered down the other 3 or 4 stairs until I ended up on my butt at the landing. {I landed really soft, though.} My daughter didn't fall with me, there was nothing that bumped or otherwise even came near to my stomach keeping baby Mikayla  nice and safe, and the tile on the floor was cold which helped sooth my foot just a little as I collected my thoughts.

When I started to cry, my children did too. My foot HURT...BAD...and I knew I broke it. Everything in me sucked it up enough to look both children in the eye with my hand on their face to reassure them "I'm OK. Don't worry. I'm going to call Dad and I'll be fine." With that, their tears stopped. Even when the waves of pain were so great that I couldn't help but cry, they didn't flinch. They were so peaceful.

I called my husband and he called his parents while I called my mom. I tried my best to take deep breaths but I just couldn't at times. I was afraid I was going to throw up. Then, I was afraid I was going to faint. Through it all, though, God was with me. Let me just tell ya...

I had to wait 30 minutes for anyone to get there and the hubster stayed on the phone with me to talk me through it until someone showed up. Meanwhile, my son...oh, this makes me cry...he held my hand, played with my hair, and hummed to me. "I know it hurts mommy. Boo boo's hurt." He helped me calm down. And when I needed to take a deep breath, he would look at me and start taking deep breaths with me until I could on my own. Of course, he wanted someone to call me an ambulance...and the fire department...and a helicopter to air lift me. I needed help and he wanted someone to rescue me.

When people finally showed up, I saw their "Oh, this is not good faces" and then heard Alex exclaiming "My mommy split and broke her foot. She stumbled down the stairs and broke her foot. We need an ambulance."  Alex was in no way going to back down from protecting me. And when he went out to help my father-in-law move the car seats into his car, Eliana came and lay her head on me giving me a half-hug.

It's nice to be loved.

I was then off to the excruciating ride to the hospital...and started the waiting game. The pain came in waves and was pretty unbearable. After some x-rays {with lots of covering to my belly}, some Tylenol 3, and some TV and chatter, we found out that I broke my Navicular bone. {Bet you haven't heard of that one, huh?} It's a square bone in the foot.

They think a piece may have chipped off of it and I have an appointment with an orthopedic specialist on Thursday who will take a look at my x-rays.

For now, my foot is set in a splint at a 90 degree angle. {wowza, crazy pain to set it like that.} It hurts like the dickens right now but it's not wobbling around, so that helps. Hopefully, after a couple days of rest, the swelling will go down and the specialist will be able to get a good look at it. I'm praying that I don't need surgery and this foot can heal on its own.

In any case, it's my right foot so I won't be doing a whole lot of anything for a while as far as activities are concerned.

If you think of me, please pray. I'm going to need a lot of help and support to get me through these next weeks. There really isn't a whole lot I can do by myself right now...and that's tough on me too. I'm so independent and don't like extra attention. This humbles me to ask for help and accept it without feeling guilty and apologizing...'tis different, indeed.



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