Okay, so it's a little past 5 weeks but he did have 2 casts (a blue one and then a green one) and one surgery that will leave him with 3 scars. He is doing tons better...it seemed like such a long road to get here but here we are. The first week home was an adjustment trying to get him through what I am guessing were nightmares about the fall, the pain and getting used to the cast. He slept quite a bit the first few days, although he did have trouble falling asleep...I think he was reliving the fall when he closed his eyes. I was struggling to get him to eat much although he was drinking pretty good. By the weekend I was starting to get the hang of things which was good because Owen would only let me do things for him. Jeff tried and tried but Owen put up such a fit that it was just easier for me to do things for him.
We were finally getting into a new groove and then we had a doctor's appointment a week later and found out that his bone moved out of place and so we had to take off the old cast and put on a new one. We scheduled it...went up to the hospital...waited while he was in getting it done...waited for him to wake up...then took him home and started all over again (well almost all over). We had to readjust to a new cast, it was the same thing but different; this one was formed differently and it had sharp edges that the other one didn't. Of course he was in pain all over again because they had to maneuver his leg to get it straight again. We were finally getting into a new groove again and then we had another doctor's appointment and found out that the bone moved out of place again. The doctor told us that at this point we would have to do surgery to have rods placed in the bone to keep it straight.
We went to another doctor the next day and scheduled his surgery for the day after that which was a Friday. I made arrangements for Leah and Matthew for Friday and Saturday since Jeff and I would be at the hospital all day Friday with Owen and then he would have to stay at least 1 night and Jeff had to work on Saturday. We got to the hospital in the morning, got checked in and settled Owen in; then after a little delay they were finally ready to take him in for the surgery. Jeff and I waited and waited and ate and waited a little more and then finally the doctor came up to let us know that everything went well. He told us that Owen had lost a little blood so they would check his blood cell count in the morning. We then waited a little while longer before the volunteer told us what his room number was going to be; once Owen was brought to his room we got him settled in and he went back to sleep and he slept and slept and slept. Jeff left to go see Leah and Matthew before going home to bed so he could work the next day.
Owen and I stayed at the hospital until Sunday; he drank good, ate terrible, watched a lot of TV, slept a bit and finally let me push him around the hospital on Sunday morning while we were waiting for the physical therapist to show up. She showed up and we helped Owen try to stand on his good leg but with everything leading up to this he was too weak to really do it so Owen and I headed home. He was in quite a bit of pain by then because he stopped taking the lortab because "it's yucky" so we were relying on Motrin to be enough. We spent the next few days adjusting again, getting Owen through the pain. On the Thursday after his surgery he had his first real bath in over 3 weeks and it's been all uphill since then. We went to doctor last Wednesday and the doctor was very pleased with his x-rays and took out some of his stitches. He gave the okay to take him swimming and even said he could put some weight on his broken leg in the water so we went swimming over the weekend; Owen did not stay in the pool long but he had fun while he was in.
He is currently playing with toys in his room and is scooting around on the floor to get around from room to room. I can't believe how quickly he is recovering from the surgery; he is left now with a 3 inch scar on his thigh, 2 1 inch scars on either side of his knee cap and a fear of falling that I am hoping will be temporary.
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