Summer is here, well in the fact that kids are out of school, bathing suits are hanging on the racks at all the stores, taunting me, telling me oh hell no girl, have you looked at your butt lately and hopefully the sun will continue to shine and days will stay warm.
My soldier man is once again gone. Far away, well not really,only a few hours north, but still he's gone. He's off playing soldier again, shooting stuff, playing with all kinds of nifty GI Joe type things and whatever else soldiers do when they are away at AT (annual training) prior to a deployment.
I figured ahh, go. We are fine. Got my riding lawn mower, no more push mowing for me, got my new vehicle..love my truck but she needs a break, almost 300,000 miles and some much needed TLC before driving again, kids are out of school, snow is away for a few months (please please be away) I was set. 3 weeks of just summer fun, maybe some landscaping my flower beds, nothing but fun. HA!
2 days after my man and the rest of his "company" headed north for training the military wife curse strikes again.
Military wife curse = anything bad, causes extra stuff, or any situation in general that would be a lot easier to handle physically and/or mentaly when your soldier is home ...will wait to happen till he is gone, far enough that can't come home to help and/or long enough that you really get the kabaam in your face reality check..you are on your own woman!
The latest strike hit me on a sunny afternoon when we were all outside playing. The rain had finally quit and it dried enough that we were out playing t-ball, blowing bubbles, chasing a bouncy ball around the yard. Typical summer day here.
Rj, my ginger top (strawberry blond) youngest cowboybaby, age 2, was toddling around the yard as full of pee and vinegar little boys nonstoply do. He stepped on the t-ball bat that was so sneakily lying in the grass (not really but makes the story sound better) anyway...he steps on the bat, stands on it a second and in the typical ungraceful matter a toddler falls, the bat rolls and he trips off of it. I gathered him up kissed him, dusted him off and by now he's wiggling like crazy trying to get out of my arms to go frolic some more...cue the dramatic music....
I bend to set him down. He stands for about a half second goes to take a step and crumbles to the ground. Any mom here knows that acidic taste you get in your mouth, your heart racing in your head the stomach instantly in knots feeling you get when the mom instinct kicks in..somethings wrong!!!
Safe to say, after another attempt to walk and another heart retching moment of him crumbling to the ground...Off to the ER we go. By now the ankle is swollen and has a growing purple bruise on it.
Yep you guessed it... My two year old tot has a fracture. A fractured soft plate to be exact. Which in layman's terms means. At his age the bones aren't all fused together yet, he fractured the plate that his little bones will eventually fuse into.
I know and I agree! I can hear ya'lls voices now. Poor little guy!
All and all he's doing quite well. He's got a splint on it for now. Next week we have an appt. with Ortho. they'll decide on if he needs a cast or not.
So...wondering thoughts of mine. Please don't let this be a sign of what my upcoming deployment is going to be like. Or maybe I should be optimistic, we got the bad thing out of the way and if this is the worst, I'm ok with that. It really really sucks seeing my baby in pain and we are both extremely sleep deprived but we are handling it.
Big brothers are handling it well too, oh they baby the little guy. "Aww poor RJ, do you want brother to get you anything" That little man of ours is getting spoiled like crazy by his brothers...and maybe by momma a little bit too.
Once again I'm going to brag and say I've got the greatest kids ever. Something happens we all rally together and stick together, help each other out and comfort one another.
I love my Army brats...they Rock!!
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