So, on December 17, 2008, I took my husband's new Christmas present, an 8 week old yellow lab puppy named Ava, out to pee. We had some winter weather the night before and the steps hadn't been cleaned off because I was in with my kids and Jimmy was as work. I had taken her out a few times already that morning. It was about 11:35 and I was getting ready to make the girls some lunch and thought that I would take Ava out before I got that whole mess started. Well, low and behold, I slipped and fell down the steps landing in the mud and snow and on the way down I heard the most unholy pop I have ever heard. I knew instantly that I had broken something and from the feel of things, was sure it was my ankle.
So as I lay in the mud and snow trying not to scream and cry, I knew I couldn't possibly get myself back in the house to call for help and the puppy was prancing around the yard and there was no way that I could catch her either. Panic started to creep up on me.
Nevaeh and Sage were standing in the open door. Sage was screaming because I was outside and didn't take her along with me. (And I thank God for that! I can't even begin to imagine what may have happened if I had been carrying her too.) Nevaeh was standing beside her but was completely ignoring the screams, as she was drawing pictures on the steamed up screen door.
I was laying the yard and packed some snow around my ankle while I screamed for Nevaeh. Because of Sage's uproar and Nevaeh's own singing while being the artist on the door, it took several minutes for her to hear me. When she did, I asked her to bring me my phone. The poor child came running outside in her bare feet to give me my cell phone. When she asked me what was wrong and I told her that I fell and hurt myself and needed to call someone because I was sure that I needed to go to the hospital, you would have thought that I had cut off my arm and handed it to her. She was
hysterical!!!! I asked her to please go back in the house to stay with Sage and that I would be okay.
I made a few calls and got help on the way and realized that there was no way I could lay out there in the snow, dog running around the yard, and kids standing in the door screaming and crying like someone had died, until help arrived. So I gritted my teeth and concentrated on getting myself up the steps onto the porch so I could drag myself into the house with the girls. I asked Nevaeh to put on some shoes and go get Ava so that she didn't run off or get hurt. My heart stopped when she started down the steps
AND FELL!! She slid down a couple steps on her butt and jumped up and said, "I'm okay Mommy. I am okay." God love her! She got the puppy and brought her up onto the porch where I was laying. Meanwhile, Sage is still standing in the door screaming.
So Nevaeh opens the door and I get the puppy inside and drag myself in. Nevaeh is crying again as she doesn't have anything to do to occupy her mind. Sage throws herself on my and I just pulled my shirt and let her nurse. What the heck else was I supposed to do?
I gave Nevaeh some things to do for me. She brought me the house phone so that I could make some more calls. She got me a pillow and slid it under my foot. Then I was out of things for her to do again and my poor baby curled up into a ball on the end of the couch and cried quietly to herself. My heart was as broken as my darn foot!
So all the help arrived. I went directly to OIP, thank goodness for Aunt Cathy, and found that I not only broke my ankle, but the outside leg bone just above my ankle. Dr. Goltz was very calm as he preceded to tell me that he couldn't fix it at the office and I would have to have surgery to get it properly repaired.
Surgery??? Are you kidding me???? I have two kids at home, one that is still nursing and has never spent a night away from me!!! I have a brand new puppy that needs to be trained and taken out to pee!! I can't have surgery! Just fix it!! After my brief tantrum, I accepted that I had to do what I had to do. Surgery was done on December 22, 2008. I had to spend the night in the hospital for pain management. I have a screw in my ankle and a plate with 6 screws in my leg to hold it all back together. Um, it hurts! I was back to see the doctor on January 6, 2009 and he put me in a cast. Nevaeh requested pink, so I have this big old hot pink cast from my toes to my knee. I am allowed NO WEIGHT on my leg at all until my next appointment, which is February 10th. At that time, MAYBE I will be put in a walking cast.
Thus, boredom in about to kill me. I can't do much when I have to use crutches to get around. I am having to rely heavily on family and friends to help me out and I hate it! I want to be able to care for my children and clean my own house. Jimmy is doing his best, but he is sick of it all too and his housekeeping is rapidly going down hill. I am darn near crazy and when Jilly sent me an email about her new blog, I thought I would start one to keep my mind occupied.
Lord, I hope it helps. My sanity is slipping away a little more each day!
It is so hard for me to believe that my two baby girls are growing up so quickly. Nevaeh is almost 5 and Sage will be 2 in June. I can even fathom that just 5 years ago, it was just Jimmy and I. It is completely amazing how drastically our lives have changed in 5 years. Nevaeh is getting ready to head off to Kindergarten and Sage is too smart for her britches!! I can't believe that Nevaeh is sitting around drawing and painting pictures and writing her name on everything. Sage is just too much!! She says so much and it absolutely amazes me. She goes non-stop and climbs on everything. Nevaeh was, and is still, such a loving, cuddly child. Not Sage. She will pause to give you a quick kiss and then she if off on the run again. Nevaeh falls down and it is as if the world is coming to an end. Not Sage. She just says "whoa" and jumps up and off she goes. Crazy kids. Growing and learning so much every day. They sometimes make me a bit crazy, but I love them more than life itself and I can't imagine what I would do without them. 
