I was grocery shopping when Papa called. On your way to your Saturday swim class your foot got caught between the bicycle spokes, and got injured.
"How bad is it?"
"I don't know, but it doesn't look good. We'll go back home."
"I'll come right away."
Sitting behind papa on the bike, you were kicking and kicking, and he told you to put your feet on the pegs, and as you did, your foot got caught and twisted, your pants tore, your shoe came off, and your skin cut. Papa's heart sank. On the way back home, as he pedaled, you kept saying "I'm sorry papa." "I'm sorry papa." Accidents happen Zoe. It wasn't your fault. It's a little tricky to find the foot pegs on that bike with the big paneers hanging on the sides.
When I came home, you were sitting on the toilet seat, watching a show on the tablet, sobbing a little. When you saw me, you were happy, and also worried. You started shaking like you were very cold. Papa already washed your boo boo. We took you straight to an urgent care clinic. They said the earliest appointment is in the afternoon and sent us to another branch. I sat by you in the car, covered you with my coat, and carried you around. You were brave. It must have hurt a lot, and you were scared, but you didn't cry much. Parents learn helplessness when their child is in pain.
In the waiting room we read a book The Rainbow Fish. You liked the pictures and the story. They sent us to the hospital to get XRays. The wait was long. We read a book about Rover from Sesame Street, and his hat collection, maybe 10 times, maybe more. They took pictures of your foot, and sent us back to the Urgent Care. We showed extra joy that no bone was broken to relieve your fear. It worked. At the urgent care we read the Rainbow Fish again, as they wrapped your foot.
Your foot was like a balloon and you couldn't walk. Good think Nonna was visiting, so you stayed home with her. I left work early every day to come home to you. We took you to our family doctor. A few days passed, which felt like weeks, and papa and I started losing sleep over imagined possibilities.
I scheduled an appointment with a specialist, who confirmed that there was a lot of trauma, but only to your soft tissues, and healing was a matter of time. He gave you a hard boot, so you can start walking. You didn't like it and wanted me to carry you around, until you got used to it, and started thinking it was cool and wanted to wear it all the time.
Your foot is doing a lot better. The swelling is gone, the boo boo is closing, but you still walk funny without the boot - I'm not sure if it hurts, you are afraid to step on it or or you like the attention. I think a little bit of all.
We love you. You scared us so much!
Your foot was like a balloon and you couldn't walk. Good think Nonna was visiting, so you stayed home with her. I left work early every day to come home to you. We took you to our family doctor. A few days passed, which felt like weeks, and papa and I started losing sleep over imagined possibilities.
I scheduled an appointment with a specialist, who confirmed that there was a lot of trauma, but only to your soft tissues, and healing was a matter of time. He gave you a hard boot, so you can start walking. You didn't like it and wanted me to carry you around, until you got used to it, and started thinking it was cool and wanted to wear it all the time.
Your foot is doing a lot better. The swelling is gone, the boo boo is closing, but you still walk funny without the boot - I'm not sure if it hurts, you are afraid to step on it or or you like the attention. I think a little bit of all.
We love you. You scared us so much!
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