So! Thanks to having smart doctor-friends from college, I was able to use our magical connections to get Audrey in quickly on Friday afternoon to see an orthopedic specialist about her janky foot. The verdict? A break. A very small, hard-to-see on an x-ray kind of a break, but apparently that’s common in small kids because their bones are crazy and the x-rays can be tough to read. But the fact that she refused to walk on it for two entire days, plus the appearance of a slight bruise on the side of her foot, plus another close look at the x-rays… she’s got a boot. A “wee walker”, they call it.
It’s sad and adorable and pathetic. heh.
Of course, this is a WALKING BOOT, but she still- almost three days later- refuses to do it. (“I don’t YIKE to walk!” she insists.) She crawls everywhere instead, and we have to lift her into the car and her booster seat at the table, etc. Which would be FINE! Except for me being enormously pregnant and exhausted and she’s been doing all these things by herself for like six months. So not only am I out of practice, I’m out of SHAPE for this. I pulled a muscle on Friday from hauling her butt around, in and out of the car 87 times for the bus stop, daycare drop-off, kindergarten pickup, doctor visits, and Maggie’s gymnastics. IT WAS A VERY TIRING DAY, IS WHAT I’M SAYING.
But, she’s not seriously injured, so we’re obviously happy about that. She could have tumbled down ALL THE STAIRS and really hurt herself, the little stinker. And she’s not in any obvious pain, either. I’m hoping in a few days she might forget about the boot while she’s playing and just… walk on it. She’s stood on it a few times but it’s awkward and big and she’s off-kilter when she does it, so I don’t think she’s a fan. In two weeks, we go back for a second round of x-rays and we’ll see if she needs to wear it for longer or if she’s good to go.
Until then, she’s pretending she’s a kitty cat.