The hardest part about Alex being in the spica cast are the nights. I wish I knew why he always seems to be in more pain during the night hours then during the day. If I could take his pain away, or his broken thigh, I would do it in a heartbeat. There is nothing more heartwrenching then seeing your child in pain and knowing there is nothing you can do about it. For the most part, his spirits are up. He likes to watch his movies and play with his cars, but I wish I could fashion something for him that would allow him to sit up and play on some type of surface. Because of the way his cast is, it's impossible for him to sit in a regular chair comfortably.
My boss sent him a very nice package today. Chocolates and a teddy bear. Alex, being a three year old, was much more interested in the chocolates then the bear. It took him a few tries to find something he wanted to eat out of the box, so there are quite a few half bitten pieces now in the box.
Scott's last day of vacation is today, so next week should be interesting. My work computer is set up in the den, so this weekend we're going to have to do some furniture rearranging in here so he can be with me while I work. I don't know exactly how much I'll be able to accomplish and I'm predicting tears will be shed by both of us while we get the hang of this new arrangement.
But you know what? I'm extrememly grateful I still have my boy. When I think about how he fell and how far he fell, or if he landed differently, the outcome could have been completely different. It haunts me still sometimes, when I lay down to sleep at night. I see him fall, over and over again.
Yesterday he went for his cast check. His break had moved slightly, but the doctor didn't seem concerned. For the rest of the day and night and even today, I keep expecting the phone to ring. The doctor will be on the other line and he'll say, "On second thought, bring him back so we can reset his leg."
I just want my little boy to get better. I don't want him to have to go through any more of this. I want him to be able to run and jump again. In time, I know he will.
In the mean time, I'll just keep counting my blessings and remember I'm extremely lucky it was only his leg.
It could have been much, much worse.
Oh, and to my cafe ladies and everyone else...Thank you very much for your kind words and comments. You guys are truly turning into a rock for me. I wish I could hug each and every one of you.