Remember when I was missing my kids's babyhood? Well it seems I got my wish to relive it. Sort of.
Gloppy and his dad were sliding down a monster size slide together this morning and Gloppy's foot got caught underneath Mr. Mint and bent backwards. After lots of tears and a quick x-ray at the ER, we discovered it's not broken. Phew!
He does have a really bad and apparently painful sprain. Normally they would give the patient crutches, but they don't make crutches for three year olds. So the doctor sent us on our way with orders for me to act as his crutches. Gloppy needs to stay of his leg for 48 hours. Which means I spent the entire day carrying him around. Every time he attempts to stand up or walk he literally crumples to the floor and starts crying.
Today I enjoyed sitting with him on the couch and having him hug me tight. By the end of tomorrow I may be singing a different tune after carrying him up and down the stairs a million times.