I may be permanently banned from the Wal-Mart next to my cousin’s house, which is where I was when I got the voicemail about this.
That’s The Gambit, in a cast from his armpits to his ankles, holding his hips in place so he doesn’t jostle his broken femur. How did it happen? Let’s just say a) his father was involved, and b) there’s a serious investigation underway. I’ll leave it at that, because the details make me break things, and I like this computer.
Anyway.
The Gambit is expected to be cracked out in the first week of August, which is when his right leg ought to be knitted and healed. In the meantime… how, exactly, does one keep an active fifteen-month old happy when he can’t walk, or crawl, or roll over, or even sit up on his own?
Today was the first day of Casted-Gambit-Care for The Wookiee and I. It featured the following:
- sitting on The Wookiee’s lap and playing Playstation
- many, many, many books
- a nap
- iPhone-ness
- bananas
- bananas with peanut butter
- a bus trip
- prosciutto with Vermont cheddar
- Finding Nemo
- window gazing
It seemed to work out pretty well, all things considered. Only a few meltdowns, but hey — when you want to move and can’t, and when it’s a summer day and you’re inside a nearly full-body cast, I think you’re entitled to a few meltdowns. He’s taking it a lot better than I would.
Three more weeks ’til the cracking.
This makes me sad.
I truly, truly hope this was an unfortunate accident and not what my mind immediately jumped to.
It pretty much is that bad, yes.
Yeah, I want to break things, too.
Oh my. Poor baby. Poor adults who have to know what really happened. I hope you are all able to heal.
Oh. My. G-d. Am restraining self from hopping in car and driving out there to throttle said father. Poor Gambit! Poor Chef! I hope the healing is quick in coming.
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