As I previously mentioned, Isaac had his PICC line pulled yesterday. Afterwards we went to Target and bought him a hot chocolate (which he spilled) and a toy to celebrate. We came home and he spent the afternoon happily and freely bouncing from couch to couch and down the stairs. Then, after an hour or two of bouncing, he sat back on the couch to watch him some Noggin, and when he tried to get up, he couldn't walk.
Gone are the days when I'm relaxed about Isaac's health. Two months ago, I would have shrugged it off, but since this is how his osteomyelitis presented in the first place, I was on the phone with the pediatrician immediately, sure that MRSA had come knocking again. I had horrendous visions of spending another two weeks (or longer) in the hospital. I was wondering how we'd explain to him that he missed Christmas (explaining away a missed birthday party and Halloween was hard enough). My mind was racing with the implications of long-term antibiotic therapy and chronic osteomyelitis. The pediatrician told me to relax and bring him by in the morning if he still couldn't walk. I put both of our moms on standby to fly down in case he was going back for more surgery. My sister-in-law organized a family fast. In short, we were on the verge of a full-scale panic.
This morning, Eddie took him to the pediatrician, who sent us to an infectious diseases specialist. He had more blood drawn and more x-rays taken. His infection rates looked ok, but they saw something weird on the x-ray and sent him to see an orthopedic surgeon. It turns out that in all the joyful bouncing yesterday, Isaac got a hairline fracture in his femur. The bone already had a hole drilled in it and was weak, so I guess it was more prone to fracture than it otherwise would have been.
If you had told me two months ago that I would be happy to hear that my kid had a broken leg, I wouldn't have believed you. But today, I accepted that news with a smile on my face. Yeah, it sucks, but the alternative could have been so much worse.
The bad news is, no cute pictures of Isaac sledding and skiing in Utah at Christmas. The good news is, we can still go to Utah for Christmas.
8 comments:
poor guy. but yay its just a broken leg.
Hang in there!
Oh my gosh! Glad that's all it was.
Groan...I'm so sorry. But I'm glad it's something as "simple" as a fracture.
Oh my goodness! I don't know whether to laugh or cry for you!
Wow, life never slows down at your house, does it? Glad it's not MRSA again!
I'm so glad Isaac only needs a cast. Still, scary though. Get that boy some calcium!
How exciting that you're coming to Utah for Christmas! It's so snowy here right now. I hope it's like this for the big day because it's perfectly Christmas-y right now.
I'm sorry you guys have been through so much. Yay for broken legs? I hope he heals quickly!!
I missed this update until just now. I was almost in tears for you! I'm so glad he doesn't have to go back for surgery.
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