Last Thursday night, Jonathon pulled a piece of cabinet down on his foot. We thought he was ok. We put ice on it, comforted him and monitored him for the rest of the evening. He got up after a while, walked around, played, etc. Seemed ok. He was uncomfortable, we could tell. He walked on the side of his foot, we figured this was because it hurt. It was bruised, but not swollen real bad. Our night proceeded as usual.
Around 10:30 pm or so, Jonathon started yelling from bed. A terrible, painful moaning, rolling, crying. We ran in their to check on him. He was without a doubt in pain. We looked at his foot. Not good! Daddy took immediately to the ER. 3 hours later...they are heading in the door and Jonathon says (with a smile on his face :)..."You can call me BIGFOOT!"
His foot was in a splint and wrapped. They took an x~ray and are suspecting 2 fractures on the top of his foot. He was sooo excited about all of the happenings at the hospital...the nurses, the Dr., everything, that he could hardly talk. He kept studdering over everything! His mind was going a million times faster that his mouth could :)
This afternoon we are heading over to see the orthopedic Dr. to get a final diagnosis and treatment. He is very excited about going to see the "bone Dr." Hopefully all that is needed is a cast (praying for a walking cast :).
He is handling all of this very well! He is crawling around, goes up and down the stairs (without using his foot), climbing, playing outside...! He uses his knee as leverage instead of his broken foot. A couple of days ago he asked that the splint be taken off because it was hurting. He said he didn't want medicine because it made him too tired. So we obliged him. It made his foot feel worse. Last night his foot was bothering him again...this time he asked for medicine! He slept like a baby! :)
