The morning after surgery, we were discharged from hospital, and allowed to go home. Other than nappy advice, and cast care, we were given very few tips about how to actually deal with this.
Luckily, we have a nice big buggy and, with his broken leg stuck out to one side and the back reclined, he fits into it. At least we can take him out and about, even if we won’t be going to the playpark for a while. We wheeled him out of the hospital, bid everyone goodbye, and there we were, on our own with a toddler in plaster from chest to ankle.
He doesn’t really fit in his car seat, but we only live five minutes’ drive from the hospital, so we did what we could. Perched at an awkward angle, the straps straining to reach the clip at their full extension, and a rolled blanket pushed in behind his back, we managed to get him secure, at least. A careful drive home, and here we were; about to embark on a long summer of who-knows-what.
He can’t sit upright, so there’s no meals at the table, just a messy affair on the sofa, with a chest covered in crumbs. It also means finger food is best. We’ve laid a big cushion on the floor, and he loves lying on his tummy, with all his toys around him. He happily drags himself around by his arms (I guess I won’t be the only one getting muscles over the summer), and is enjoying demanding this, that, and the other, and having me jump to it every time.
He also likes to crawl around my bed upstairs (which is now bolstered all around the edge with pillows and blankets tucked under the fitted sheet) where he can watch back to back Peppa Pig and Mr Tumble on the bedroom TV. He’s taking it all as a fun game, it’s Mummy and Daddy who are stressed out (cue one meltdown from Daddy, and one exhausted Mummy from carrying a twice-as-heavy-as-he-used-to-be son up and down the stairs all day).
But every time I start to doubt myself, doubt that we can survive this, I just look at that tiny, skinny, two year old boy. If he can do this, and with a big smile on his face, then so can I.
Through all of this, it’s important to remember that I have another son. He’s five, and currently staying with Granny and Grandad on the other side of town. Today, I left littl’un at home with Granny, and took the big one into town with me. Of course, I came home from hospital to a house devoid of fresh food, so I needed to go shopping. I also took my son to the library to sign him up to the summer reading challenge.
It’s his summer holidays too, and we cannot forget that. He needs to have a fun few weeks, especially as our plans to spend four weeks with my parents, back in Paignton, Devon, in walking distance of no less than four beaches, have been completely scuppered. My Mum also informs me that they’ve added a Komodo dragon to the collection at Paignton Zoo.
So, he’s already stood up in his cast, supporting himself on the edge of my chair. Way too ambitious yet, little buddy. I found a video online of a young boy actually running around in his hip spica. I have no doubt that we’ll see that too. Just not yet, little one, please.