it's not as serious as it seems...i think

so now i'll fill you in on the comment about isaiah's foot. last thursday was a sunny day and isaiah wanted to go help the neighbor do some yard work. i noticed that afternoon that he was limping. strange for isaiah. i asked him if his foot hurt and he said no. friday continued the limping, with a trip to the park with grandma and grandpa. he was running, playing, jumping off play structures. all the time limping, but not complaining.

those of you who know isaiah well, know that he LOVES owies. he loves to show them off and baby them. so it seemed very strange to us that he would be limping so badly, but not saying anything about it. saturday we went for a long walk and i had him either be in the stroller or be carried. sunday we had a birthday party in the park. the limping got so bad on sunday i figured i should take him in. but it was sunday, so our only choice was to go to the ER.

3 and half hours later, xrays and medicine, they determined there was no fracture. and sent us home saying 'lower leg bruise.' really...seems vague enough to be right. if he wasn't better by tuesday they told me to call his primary doctor. on tuesday when he resorted to crawling at times, i thought, okay he's going in.

on the infamous '21' day, he saw his pediatrician who sent him again for xrays. no fracture showed, but she didn't know what it was, so she referred us to an orthopedist. at 9:00 this morning we were at the office to be seen.

he agrees there is no fracture. but isaiah is obviously bothered. he babies it and won't put pressure on it anymore. the doctor then proceeds to tell me that to be safe, because with children you always want to error on the safe side, he wants to put him in a cast for 10-14 days.

i'm sure he could see the shock on my face. 'what?' i say. 'there is no fracture that you can see and you think it's best to put a cast on?' all that is running through my head is sleepless nights, how am i going to bathe this child? oh the drama that awaits me.

he then slows down and speaks to me like i'm a 3rd grader and explains that it is the safest thing, we don't mess around with kids who are still growing, and that it will be no big deal. easy for him to say.

he tells isaiah he's going to be casted...isaiah has NO IDEA what that means. still a little stunned and quite a bit urked to be honest, i turn on my it's-gonna-be-great mommy attitude. i do my best to try to explain what a cast is and assure him that daddy will be very jealous not to have one.

isaiah picks neon green and wows the men that cast people all day. so far, he's thrilled that he has a cast, because he's been told it's a wonderful thing. bless his little heart he's having to figure out how to climb stairs, get up on a chair. i'm so proud of how brave he's been, and so far, what a great sport he's been.

just in case you don't believe me, i still hardly believe it myself, here's a picture.