I’ve had 3 people this week post something, so it must be time for an update. Joan, if you’re like I was, you probably did a mental countdown of the days all the time.
I also just posted the comment that Andy made, because it’s generally always a good idea to get a second opinion (my thoughts at least are, if the situation allows the time for a second opinion, then two heads are better than one).
It’s been 17 months since our son first broke his leg (February 2008) and he’s actually had some unexpected things happen that were positive. He was born premature, and from birth he had never even climbed on to the growth chart – not 10%, not 5%…not even 3%. Meaning out of all the boys his age, at least 98% of them were taller than him.
I have no idea at all if this is connected and am not suggesting it is… But when he went in for his 5 year well visit this year – long after his broken bone – for the first time in his life he not only made the chart, but actually went from 0 to 10%! That was a huge accomplishment. I know I was told is broken bone would actually grow a little faster so that doesn’t explain the rest of him.
Maybe it was just good timing.
Sherrill, I am so glad my blog was able to help! Someone asked me yesterday if he had learned a sense of fear as a result of his break. I’m actually concerned about just the opposite – he just has no fear at all. He was jumping in the pool and was so close to the edge, we thought he was going to crack his head when he dived in. And yet he was just oblivious to how close he came. In the meantime, the parents nearby – men and women alike – were shouting out that he was scaring us half to death!
We had a remote keypad put on a door the other day in case of emergencies. I told our older daughter that given his daredevil personality, I suspect this may not be the last broken bone, so if she gets a text message from me in the middle of the school day – he starts kindergarten in less than 2 weeks – that she needs to expect we’re back at Texas Children’s again!
No seriously, you can’t live life that way. But it was a case of prepare for the worst and expect the best.