It seems that one can never even have the thought :”wow, it’s been a quiet week.” without something happening.

We had an accident occur at our house that has changed how our holidays will go this year. Maybe if I showed you this photo, you could have an idea of the situation: {don’t mind the quality of the cell phone picture}

Accidents happen so quickly! Our oldest daughter went to get the baby out of the crib when he woke up from his nap. When she headed down the stairs, she slipped and fell with him in her arms.

What makes both hubby and me very proud is that she turned her body to take the brunt of the fall and put the baby on the opposite side. She banged her head a bit and slid down on her side. She was pretty sore. We were thankful she tried very hard to protect the baby. He could have hurt his head pretty badly if she fell on top of him.

Even with her efforts though, the baby somehow hurt himself. When I ran to them at the bottom of the stairway, I saw that she was ok (no blood and she was talking lucidly to me) but the baby was flipping out. So I took him in my arms and he was shivering and screeching.

I thought he was scared from his fall, so I was trying to calm him down. When I sat on the couch, he started freaking out even worse. Hubby had come upstairs by then to see what the racket was, and he took the baby in his arms while standing in front of me. Mister Crinkle-Nose calmed down right away when hubby took him, but flipped out when hubby gave him back to me. I thought he just wanted his Papa, but hubby had to go back to work downstairs so he gave him to me.

At this point, Mister Crinkle-Nose is screeching again and I notice he is trying to grab his toes. So I lift up his pant leg a bit but it’s super tight around his ankle. I called hubby back as I lifted the baby’s pant leg and said:”That doesn’t look normal.” {Yes, I’m the queen of understatment in emergencies apparently. } He had a lump underneath his skin that looked like an apple. It was between his ankle and knee, but closer to his ankle. Very weird looking and not normal at all.

(We’re guessing that when hubby stood up with him in his arms, his leg dangled so it felt nice but when he sat on me, it scrunched it up and hurt alot. Poor baby.)

We called the ambulance and settled the baby on the couch to not move his leg any more. When the ambulatory people came, they put a splint on his leg and hubby went off with them while I called around to find someone able to come over to watch the kids. Thank goodness my neighbour Jess was able to come over very quickly and I headed out to the hospital to meet hubby and Mister Crinkle-Nose.

Here is another picture we took with the cell phone while we were waiting for the cast to dry, to entertain the baby. Hubby had to hold up the baby’s leg for 20 minutes while it dried.

I think it will be an interesting few weeks with this baby. He is already annoyed at not being able to sit up much (because his cast goes up to his thigh)

The good news is that it was a “good” break {accroding to doctors} because it broke in an “x”shape and no bones actually seperated. So they didn’t need to pull them bak and place them. He even said that because of his age, he will heal fast and we probably will have a hard time even finding the break on an x-ray in a few years. 

In trying to look at things in a positive light while hubby and I were at the hospital, I told hubby that at least now we didn’t have to worry about Mister Crinkle-Nose’s climbing tall furniture tendacies, nor worry about him destroying the Christmas tree when we put it up this weekend. If we don’t try to think positively, like how fast the baby will heal, that he will walk again, and that he didn’t bang his head or anything worse, I think it will appease some of the feeling of hopelessness involved with Mister Crinkle-Nose being so pitiful. Just one day into this, it is obvious he is not happy with the heavy cast or any of the trappings of restrictive movement.

Send positive thoughts this way if you have time, it will help alot.

Have a fantabulous day,

(To see how this Adventure began, check out this post, then this one, and finaly this one…Ok, now read on. )

Today was the first day of the Physio-therapist visit for my hubby’s finger rehab. She gave him a pretty diagram with exercises to do *every two hours*. He has to repeat them 5-10 times, holding each position for 10 seconds.

This doesn’t seem very complicated, but to a computer programmer, it will definitely be interesting.

When you get involved in coding, it is hard to remember how much time has passed and when you need to take a break. Many a lunch has been almost forgotten due to this fact.

I hope he will install a timer on his computer to remember the exercise times.

Something very nice about the cast finally being off is that he can hold the mouse with his right hand again, as well as hit the “enter” key. Silly things like those were slowing down the programming, and no one hates to feel helpless.

I do realize things could have been much worse than simply breaking a finger, but the reality was harsh enough; it hindered his work.

Thankfully, the kids were very good with Dad having a cast, being careful around that hand. Now with the cast off, we will have to remind them that it is not fully healed.

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Here is a quick story with Miss Cutie-Pie:

The other day I caught her jumping off our wooden green toy box, practically flinging herself toward the ground. After explaining to her that she could get very hurt, and break a finger (like Daddy) or worse, she immediately stopped this activity.

This morning, when she noticed Daddy’s cast was not on his hand, she wanted to see his finger.

After examining it very carefully, she told him:”Daddy, you shouldn’t jump off the green toy box. See? You broke your finger.”

Hubby laughed so hard. He explained to her that he fell off his bicycle, but yes, it was dangerous to jump off objects as well.

I love child logic!

Have a fantabulous day,

For those not in the Loop, my hubby had an Adventure a few weeks ago. It was followed by another Chapter, which leads us to a new update today.

My husband went to see the Doctor today, and finally got rid of his cast! {Happydance}

He is having trouble flexing his fingers, which is to be expected after spending three weeks with your fingers bent inside a cast.

Here is a full finger stretch.

His skin is very irritated, peeling and angrily red, with bruising still apparent around his fingers.

So, instead of a cast, he still needs to wear something.

He is now the proud owner of a …uhhhh… support thingy (?!?)

This is what it looks like, basically. He needs to wear it during the day and every night. He is allowed to take it off for short amounts of time {showers, hooray! No more plastic garbage bags on his arm} but he must keep it on most of the day.  He is not allowed to lift anything using that hand for at least three weeks. This all seems routine procedure.

Tomorrow, he will see a physio-therapist to start his rehab. My hubby is extremly pleased to be out of the weighty cast.

Hey, I just thought of something! He is now able to change dirty diapers {lol}. Three weeks without diaper duty sure adds up.

Have a fantabulous day,

In case you missed the first part, look *here*

Today was his second appointment with the doctor.

My hubby’s cast was very loose, he could almost pull it off completely. He needed to get a new one now that the swelling had finally gone down.

After removing his cast, they took a look at his finger. Apparently, his pinky finger was not setting properly and healing a tad crooked.  The doctor decided to move it around and put it in the right spot.

Poor hubby! He says that he almost passed out and the doctor had to pull and move his finger around for a long enough while, which was painful. Even though feeling light-headed, he wanted to leave and the nurses had to tell him to lay down a few times.

After double -checking how his finger was placed with x-rays (no copies for us this time ), they put a new cast. He was explaining to me how they put a little “gel pack” type of thing on his knuckles (preventing his knuckles from tearing through the sock and rub on the cast), before putting the sock material on his arm and wrapping the fiberglass around his arm and hand. He said he was thinking ( as a lark) about chosing a bright pink colour for the cast, but changed his mind. Instead, he chose bright blue (instead of the glow in the dark he had previously).

{ I still think pink would have been better }

This cast is much tighter and he cannot move his pinky at all. Even his fourth finger is restricted to wiggling very little.

The good news, however, is that this cast is not made of plaster, but fiberglass, so he can move it a bit better around his keyboard. Holding a mouse is still tricky, with his fingers at such a funny angle. He has adopted a laptop mouse we never really needed, and finds it almost small enough to use properly. Typing is uncomfortable, with the arm tilted up and away, elbow in air and fingers poised at approximately a 15 Degree angle over the keyboard.

The fun keeps coming!

Have a fantabulous day,