Day one was a bit shocking. Although we hardly expected to come home from the hospital and race straight to the park, we weren’t entirely prepared for Zachary’s reaction to his newly recovered freedom.
The doctor was called.
“This isn’t right. Something is very wrong. He’s screaming bloody murder at the mere suggestion of moving. He only lies on the couch and wont let us touch him. He wont sit up to eat, or allow us to change his diaper.”
“It can take months. This is normal. Kids learn to love the cast. It becomes a part of them. They are always unhappy with me when I take it off. Every day, he should show some improvement, but it takes a long time.”
That evening, after a scream we hadn’t heard since that fateful day in Central Park, I begged him to tell me if he really was in pain or if he was just scared.
“I’m just scared. I can’t move my leg. It will break”
We talked for a while about how his leg was healed and would not break. Hours past his bedtime, he drifted off to sleep in his favorite “spica” position, missing his protection.
Accepting that this would be a longer road than we anticipated, we called it a night ourselves. He’ll move when he’s ready. We’ll take our cues from him.
This was his progress by the end of Day Two
Still a long way to go, but at this rate, he’ll be competing in the 2014 Winter Olympics!