A BIG BOO BOO

Grayson has had his first major injury. I have heard all day that this will be the first of many, after all he is a boy. Grayson didn't ease into this getting hurt thing. Oh no, he started out with an injury serious enough to require a full day at various doctors, lots of X-rays, and a cast. Yes, you read that right. Little Gray Bear has his first cast. Maybe I should start from the beginning.

You all have read about how well Grayson is getting around these days. For this reason we have tried to be extra careful about keeping an eye on him. Last night we failed at that. Justin put Grayson on his changing table to get the bath water ready. I was in the room, but was under the impression that Justin was going to get him undressed. Justin went to fill the tub, thinking that I was going to come over and undress him. I had my back turned and when I turned around Grayson had flipped over to his stomach, twisted his legs around and over the side of the changing table, and was hanging there holding himself up by his arms. Well, that alone scared the daylights out of me and I yelled out, "Grayson!" When I yelled he got scared and let go. I ran over and scooped him up just before he hit the floor. He was crying, shaking, and scared. Hey, so was I!!! I was also thinking about how lucky we were that he didn't actually hit the ground. He was upset, but seemed fine. WRONG!!!

Fast forward to this morning. After a night of listening to Grayson fuss on and off in his sleep, which is something he never does, we began our day the normal way just really tired. While Grayson was nursing, Justin came over to tell Grayson bye and tickled his foot. Grayson cried. Justin touched his leg. Grayson cried out again. Then we tried to get Grayson to stand up on his leg, which is something he loves. He would not put weight on the leg and cried louder. I can't tell you how sick I felt sitting there thinking, Oh my gosh, he is really hurt! My first thought was, how did he hurt his leg? I mean the obvious train of thought went to the evening before when he tried to sail off of his changing table, but I caught him. He never hit the floor! At this point the how was not the issue, we needed to know what was wrong. I called the doctor as soon as they opened and we were on our way.

After a full day of a couple of visits to the pediatrician, four x-rays, and a visit to an orthopedic specialist Grayson arrived home with a sticker and a full leg cast. Yes, my baby fractured his tibia. He has a lovely red cast from the top of his thigh to his toes. We are still not sure exactly how he did it. All we can figure is that he either knocked his leg on one of the changing table knobs when he flipped his legs around or as he was falling. He was fussy most of the day, but once they got the cast on and he could no longer feel the pain from bumping or moving his leg he was a happy camper. He even did well with the casting. We were so proud of him.

The cast slowed Grayson down a bit, but by bedtime he was crawling around and just kind of dragging the casted leg a little behind. He has yet to figure out how to pull up with it, but I am sure it will not take him long.

We are very thankful that Grayson's injury wasn't more serious and after about 4 weeks he will be back to getting around cast-free. Until then we will allow Louis to call him "crip-crip". Even though he mommy doesn't like the term. Also, see the picture we included of Grayson getting his cast. Stay tuned for more.