Slight Fracture

February 22, 2010

Slight Fracture

Sometimes Matt's crazy schedule comes in handy. Thankfully, he had off today. He got the kids dressed, fed and on the bus this morning. Then he helped me hobble to the doctor. The swelling hadn't gone down overnight and it still hurt. The doctor thought it was a severe sprain, but she took some x-rays just to be sure. A few hours later she called to say there was a "slight fracture", in addition to the sprain. She estimates it will take a good 3-6 weeks to get back on my feet. That is just not possible - too much to do!

Today was a reminder that Matt is incredible. He totally took care of the kids all day. This is not unusual - he is such an involved dad. However, he also had to take care of me. The apartment is messier than usual, but the kids sure had a fun afternoon and evening with Daddy. He got out the mini-trampoline for Oliver, who is now able to jump all on his own. *Proud*

Comments

Jenkins said…

Ooo, a fracture?!
I hope you are feeling better and back on both your feet soon!

And no trampoline jumping for you, only Oliver!

February 25, 2010 at 11:40 AM

Welcome to Holland

By Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland.""Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.