Kitt broke her leg just over two weeks ago. She was jumping on the trampoline with an older cousin. Typical. When I brought her into urgent care it was horrible. Due to being pregnant I was unable to be with her during her x-ray. She FREAKED out, to say the least. It took 3 people to pin her down. Due to her experience in the x-ray room she was super wound up. I held her hand and it still took 4 others to keep her still enough to wrap the splint. They kept mentioning how strong she was. They kept telling me to sing her songs. At one point I did sing "the farmer and the del" but my singing voice is not the most soothing. So I told stories instead. That was also un-helpful. After a half hour of crying she was just plain mad. She was yelling things like "don't touch me ever again" and "get away from me". I told her they were just putting on a band-aid and she glares right at me and says "I don't want a band-aid". It was sad.
The 4 days in a splint were only ever so slightly better. She couldn't put weight on it, leaving her without any independence. I couldn't unload the dishwasher without being interrupted 8+ times (and I am not a slow un-loader). She would ask for something she didn't really need and then add on in a sad little voice "I can't walk". I had to do whatever she wanted. At one point she insisted she wanted to ride her trike. She was carried out on set on her trike. She concentrated and tried and tried to ride that bike, then looks up and says "I can't do it".
Now I have never broken a bone so I was imagining the entire healing process to be like this. Not so. We went in for her appointment to put on her cast. I brought my mother with me (due to the horribleness of the last visit). This one went WAY better. My mom told stories (with props) and entertained the whole time. She also carried her which kept me from the stomach cramps of the previous 4 days. Kitt picked out a pink cast and was thrilled when the doctor offered to put sparkles on it. Now she can put pressure on her leg and it doesn't slow her down a bit. She is so much a happier. A happy Kitt = a happy mom.
