Well, the first night in the hospital, I was a mental, emotional wreck! I think I slept a total of two hours (MAYBE)! A million and one thoughts were running through my head. Did the break injure Mason's growth plate, will he have a limp, how will he adjust to not being able to move for 4-6 weeks, how will I adjust to trying to lift him, position him, keep him busy, etc. He's going to miss his friends and creche, i'm going to miss work, how will I keep him busy if he can't walk. The list went on... I laid there with the image of Mason in his spica cast... this poor little boy, who hours ago was running, laughing, playing and enjoying himself and now was restricted to a chair or his crib. I was devastated! I cried and cried and just couldn't believe what had just happened. I wanted someone to pinch me so I would wake up from this awful nightmare, but unfortunately it was reality and life adjusting to a spica cast for the next 4-6 was in our cards.
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