Broken Foot

On Sunday morning I was headed out the door for church with the boys. Tim was in bed sleeping since he had worked that previous night. Ian had left his shoes for church in the car. I did not want him to get his feet dirty outside so I carried him to the car. While I was carrying him to the car he was wrapping his legs around my legs in order to hold on a little better. I reassured him that I would not let him fall and for him to let go because he was going to cause me to trip. In mid-sentence I stumbled and tripped in the garage on the cement. I was able to put Ian down but fell on the side of my foot. After hearing and me feeling a loud crack the tears started flowing. Ian ran as fast as he could into the house and hollered on his way that he would get me a lot of bandaids. 

I was supposed to teach the lesson in primary that morning and Ian was in charge of the prayer and theme. After an hour of laying on the couch I realized that their was no way I was going anywhere. I could not stand to have my foot touching the ground. Tim took the boys to church and dropped off the materials for the lesson with the other teacher. He came home and thankfully the Well's were able to watch after our kids and we headed to the ER. In the picture on the left you can tell where my foot is swollen. It looks pretty good there given it had been iced for hours. After a few hours they concluded that my foot was broken. So they made a splint, wrapped up my foot, gave me some crutches, and recommended I meet with my podiatrist as soon as possible.  Ian thought that my crutches were quite fun, they also were great for sword fighting.

On Monday I saw the podiatrist and found that I had fractured my fifth metatarsal bone -also called a Jones fracture. The bone had thankfully not split completely but was still held together about a 1/4 of an inch. I had two options: Wear the boot for at least eight weeks hoping that it would eventually heal itself (with a high probably it would not given the intensity of the break and surgery would be needed anyway), or have surgery and wear a boot for four weeks. Initially I had decided that I would just wear the boot for eight weeks another surgery just sounded horrible. After talking with the doctors some more, others in similar situation, and a lot of research online Tim and I decided that surgery would be the best option. So on thursday I headed into surgery... (picture below this is a little gross beware)

My foot looks absolutely disgusting I know. The crazy thing is that it has now been four weeks since I broke my foot and the bruising is finally gone. For a while I though my toes were just going to be black and blue forever. Thankfully they only had to make one small incision to put in that massive screw. What such a long screw? I asked that same question. Apparently the long the screw the quicker you are up and moving.

Tim took a lovely video of me after surgery which will not be posted on our public blog! Basically for about 30 minutes I was a "little" annoyed that Tim would not take me home. After 30 minutes of me complaining the nurse decided to go ahead and let Tim take me home (he is a nurse after all). I do not remember anything about coming home, or sharing with Tim and our friend Heidi that was watching the boys how great it was to be high. I also do not recall Tim showing my family the beautiful video of me right after surgery and me calling him a piece of ____. You can figure it out. I am not sure it was such a good idea to bring me home immediately after surgery. Tim had argued with the nurse and me about staying there but apparently my hospital nurse had heard enough of me :)

The next week was horrible. I could not stop throwing up. I had all kinds of anti nausea medication but unfortunately nothing was helping. Not to mention I had an awesome head cold on top of that. All the throwing up brought dehydration and it was just a viscous cycle. Thankfully Tim was able to take some time off work, my parents were here to help out, and Tim's parents (I'll post more about their visit later) also arrived the day of my surgery and were here for a couple weeks.

After about a week and a half I was finally up and feeling so much better. I could not walk without my crutches but luckily we also had a wheelchair that Ian loved to push me around in. Yes, it was a little scary but he did a pretty good job pushing me. 

Aaron and pike loved cuddling with me. Which clearly I did not mind.

It has now been four weeks since my surgery! My bone has still not completely healed. Which makes me so grateful we decided to go ahead with the surgery. But I no longer have to wear my boot! I still need to be careful until it has completely healed which means no running, jumping, or exercising. So sad since I exercise so much ;) I am now back to moving just like normal and yes even in my stilettos!