Do you want a good laugh??? (I use humor to deal with bad situations)
Emma and I are in a co-op preschool with 6 other moms and their children. We take turns teaching and hosting preschool at our homes. It ends up being that it's one adult to 7 children. Emma loves it and had a blast having preschool at our home.
So here I am almost 32 weeks pregnant. We were nearing the end, and I was trying to round everyone up to get ready to go home. We had been spending the last part of preschool playing in our playroom situated in the basement. I noticed not everyone was going up the stairs so I start down the stairs, and as I get to the last step I stepped on my right foot wrong (it twisted as I stepped down, oh and it's the same foot I had surgery on in February), hearing it crunch. I immediately went down in excruciating pain and started crying, which set off some the kids crying. Lucky for me one of the moms, came to pick up her son early, and paged Matt for me. Matt only had to work a couple of hours this morning.
Well after looking at the golf ball size contusion on my foot and the fact that I can't walk on it, we decided that I needed to go to the ER.
Long story short- I broke my foot, I essentially tore a tendon away from the bone (cuboid for you science freaks like me) taking a chunk of bone with it. I have to see an orthopedic surgeon next week to determine how long I need to be in a cast- lucky for me I still have my walking cast from my foot surgery in Feb, and will be wearing that; and whether or not I need orthopedic surgery, which if I need more imaging done (ie- CAT scan), it will have to wait until after the baby is born.
Talk about adding misery upon misery......
As I told Matt this pregnancy has been nothing short of boring..
Crystal
Emma and I are in a co-op preschool with 6 other moms and their children. We take turns teaching and hosting preschool at our homes. It ends up being that it's one adult to 7 children. Emma loves it and had a blast having preschool at our home.
So here I am almost 32 weeks pregnant. We were nearing the end, and I was trying to round everyone up to get ready to go home. We had been spending the last part of preschool playing in our playroom situated in the basement. I noticed not everyone was going up the stairs so I start down the stairs, and as I get to the last step I stepped on my right foot wrong (it twisted as I stepped down, oh and it's the same foot I had surgery on in February), hearing it crunch. I immediately went down in excruciating pain and started crying, which set off some the kids crying. Lucky for me one of the moms, came to pick up her son early, and paged Matt for me. Matt only had to work a couple of hours this morning.
Well after looking at the golf ball size contusion on my foot and the fact that I can't walk on it, we decided that I needed to go to the ER.
Long story short- I broke my foot, I essentially tore a tendon away from the bone (cuboid for you science freaks like me) taking a chunk of bone with it. I have to see an orthopedic surgeon next week to determine how long I need to be in a cast- lucky for me I still have my walking cast from my foot surgery in Feb, and will be wearing that; and whether or not I need orthopedic surgery, which if I need more imaging done (ie- CAT scan), it will have to wait until after the baby is born.
Talk about adding misery upon misery......
As I told Matt this pregnancy has been nothing short of boring..
Crystal
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