Well I think you all know that our family has had a pretty eventful couple of days.
On Monday night, Braxton and I went to my parent's house for dinner since my husband was out of town for work for a couple days. We were relaxing and Braxton was playing with some toys. He loves this wooden train that I used to play with as a kid. Anyways he left it in front of the t.v. We aren't sure exactly how it happened, even though we were all in the room, but Braxton was running and it looked like he stepped on the train and since it has wheels it moved, making him fall backwards. He feel extremely awkward, his leg was basically behind him. When I went and picked him up he immediately grabbed his thigh and was screaming for ice. I sat on a chair with him and every time we moved, he screamed in pain. My Dad said from the very beginning he needed to go to the ER. He kept having these muscle spasms and I knew something was not right.
When we got to ER at 9 o'clock p.m., they moved us pretty fast to x-ray. The nurse told me from the beginning if it is broken we will get you to a room right away. We went to x-ray, which I have to say was HORRIBLE. Moving him around broke my heart, because he was shivering, screaming, and sweating from the pain. Right after the x-ray we moved to the room and the tech said it was broken. My heart broke immediately. Once we got into the room there were two nurses there who started an iv. Everyone was working, but no one was telling me what was going on. At first they said he was going to surgery in an hour, I was freaking out. Here I was without my husband dealing with all this. They ended up moving surgery back to 6 am which was good because it gave me time to get things together. Once Conrad got the call that Braxton was having surgery he knew he had to be there. His job allowed him to come home. THANK GOD for them, because without Conrad there I don't know how I could have done it. I am so grateful for that.
Since he wasn't going to surgery right away they decided to splint his leg. At this point I was told that it was a Greenstick fracture. They gave him some sedation and placed the splint on. This was to help keep his leg in position. Conrad arrived around midnight and we were up to our peds room at 1:00. Braxton and I didn't sleep much at all. About every 20 mins he had muscle spasms that just made him scream in pain. It was horrible. They made sure to give him morphine, but it was still a lot to deal with. I slept maybe 15 minutes, my mind couldn't get over the fact that my child was going to be in surgery. I was so scared.
That morning we took him down and the surgeon explained everything and said the procedure would take 45mins-1 hour. At this point we were told that Braxton had a spiral fracture. Seriously you have to see the pictures to believe it, this kid totally broke his femur. It is actually impressive. The surgeon said a prayer and Conrad and I were bawling. When I let go of his hand, my heart dropped. We sat in the waiting room for an hour and a half. I was freaking out and beyond anxious at why it was taking so long.
Finally they come out and said he did well, but he had some respiratory issues and actually had to be intubated during surgery. Um hello, can you scream scary? Anyways it wasn't for long, but with him having asthma and a cold, he just needed some extra help. We got to see him in recovery and just looking at the cast made me teary eyed. I hate it now and I know I will hate it forever, especially since he will be wearing it for 4-6 weeks. He looked so helpless laying in that bed. He had oxygen on and was so sleepy. It took a lot to get him to wake up, but with not sleeping at all the night before and anesthesia I expected that.
When we got him back up to his room, he started having some pain issues. It took a while to get his pain under control, and I really think he just didn't want to be there. It is horrible to watch your child go through pain like that. I felt miserable for him. I think as a parent you just wish you could switch places. I wanted me to be going through this, not him. When we finally got discharged Braxton changed. He just felt more like himself, which he hadn't been through this whole thing. I have to say though that through this whole process Braxton made me so proud. Even through all the pain he was a perfect little boy. Even the nurses made comments about how sweet he was, even through all his pain. He is so amazing and we are just so lucky!
He did very well on the ride home and we had a successful first night at home. We moved Daddy out into a different room and Braxton and I sleep in my bed. I put a side rail up and made sure he had plenty of pillows. We woke up ever couple of hours, but seriously he did awesome.
This morning Braxton is doing well. He is watching cartoons and I am going to give him a sponge bath. We are hoping we find a good routine for him.
We cannot thank you all enough for all your concerns and prayers. It makes this process a little easier knowing we have so much support. You really have no idea.
We will keep you all updated and we are always open to visitors so PLEASE feel free to drop by. I know Braxton will love to see the people he loves!:)
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