I made it 33 years without breaking a bone.
Then on Saturday, the warmest and sunniest day of winter thus far, I found the last remaining 4 inches of ice in possibly all of Salt Lake County. I am awesome like that.
After monitoring it for 7 or so hours, I finally went to the doc for x-rays. “Fractured in one place with a possible broken scaphoid that may require surgery,” they told me.
4-6 weeks recovery. Longer with surgery.
They gave me this cool Exos Cast that is waterproof, removable for showers, lightweight and pretty awesome. It’s a hard cast that molds right to your body. And it is totally adjustable. Grateful for this wonderful technology.
Adjusting to Mom Life (and life in general) with one hand has been emotional for me. In fact, Sunday morning I just sat at the kitchen table and cried into my Cheerios.
Pity Party! Party of one!
I cannot really do my hair. Sweet Mr. R brushed my hair after a painful shower yesterday. We both survived.
Looks like I will be wearing es-stretchy pants for the next month or so. (Next time you are in the lavatory, I want you to take care of business including pulling your pants up and down with one hand. Not glamorous, y’all.)
Car seat buckles are pretty much the devil. So is trying to get the lids off of bottles. Thank heaven for amazing neighbors who are willing to drive my kids places and help me make bottles.
And you know, I make jewelry for a living. Good thing my business partners are rad. I will just go and chat with them while they make beautiful things.
And then there’s my baby. My sweet baby with whom I love to snuggle and rock and cradle. This cast makes that extremely difficult. There have been LOTS of tears about this. LOTS. I’ve found some work arounds, but nothing compares to being cast free, obviously.
My little brother came over on Sunday, assessed the situation and said, “Mothers always find a way.”
I know it’s not the end of the world and I know that I will eventually get some, if not all, of my wrist movement back …but until then? It’s just hard. And painful.
But, we will find a way. We will survive. We always do.
Until then, let me know where your favorite leggings are from. I need a few more pairs!
*This post brought to you by my right hand.