Broken Leg Boy saw the surgeon at this week. The really good news is that the bone is healing. The risk was the bone collapsing and that didn’t happen. We’re very pleased.
The bad news we already knew. This is a very bad fracture of the tibia bone up into the knee joint. The surgeon said it’s going to take about nine months for the leg to return to “normal.” So now he starts with touching the foot to the ground and working up for there. He’ll also go to physical therapy. And then we’ll see what happens.
Now just for fun, this is the conversation I have had with BLB today this week:
“Hey, BLB, I need to know what you want for your birthday?”
“Can I have a puppy?”
I’m looking at him wondering when my adult son turned into a little boy. “You can’t have a puppy, you live with Bailey.”
“The puppy can live here with you.”
“Wait,” I”m totally suspicious now. “Who will pay for the puppy food, the shots, all the expenses?”
BLB looks me right in the eye. “You.”
I’m catching on now. “Who takes care of this puppy? Cleans up after it? Takes it to the vet?”
Still looking at me without flinching. “You.”
“But it’s your puppy?”
“Yes,” BLB says with total confidence.
“How does that work? I do all the hard stuff. What do you do?”
Grinning, he announces, “I’ll play with the puppy while I”m living here.”
BLB nods, sure he can convince me.
“Okay. Let me see you get down on the floor right now. Prove to me you can play with the puppy. I”l hold your crutches for you.”
The grin on his face died. “You’re mean.”
Me laughing. “No puppy for you.”
Ha! Once a mom, always a mom!