In a word? Splendidly.
Remember last week when I wrote a post about Henry’s casting situation, and how it was going to be sooooo harrrrrd, you guys?! (Well, I mean, it is going to be longer and more costly than we anticipated, and we are going to have to drive up to Park Ridge a lot, and that’s gonna be expensive). BUT. Happily, to my surprise, Henry doesn’t even seem to notice that he has a cast on.
So far, Henry has been able to crawl/scoot anywhere he wants. To my sheer and utter amazement, he really hasn’t been slowed down much, if at all. He plays with all the same toys. He enjoys the same level of mobility. He seemingly hasn’t been in any pain.
I hesitate to say this, given that we’ve only had this cast on for a week, but this might just be an enormous blessing in disguise. I was a little deflated when I heard that the doctor couldn’t cast both feet at once. But Henry (and the rest of us) would have been nowhere near as happy and mobile had he been in two leg casts instead of one.
(Would it be too self-centered to say that I think there’s a pattern in my life — of God taking seemingly unsurmountable difficulties and turning them into huge blessings? Who knew, when Lou told me that Henry couldn’t have both legs casted, that it might actually be easier for us in some ways? BAM. Huge blessing. Who knew the horrific morning sickness and debilitating anxiety that accompanied my first pregnancy would result in my beautiful little girl? Who would have thought that my “problem pregnancy” would turn into this snuggly, ropy-poly little blonde fatty who gives hugs and kisses all day? Like God dropping a little love-bomb straight from heaven. Next time something crappy happens to us, I’m just gonna sit back and wait for the blessings to start rolling in. As they inevitably will.)
The challenge now is finding activities that don’t soil or dampen his cast, and that’s easier said than done. Chalk? Gets all over his body and inside his bandages, along with the dirt and gravel from the driveway where we’re coloring. Same with paint. Putting a plastic bag over the cast is an option, but since he likes to crawl, he drags his gimp-leg around on the pavement and the pavement rips into the bag and exposes the cast. So the splash park is out. So far we’ve been playing in the sandbox, taking some walks, and watching TV. It’s frustrating to take him out since he insists on crawling around on the floor (and by “insists” I mean shrieks like a falcon until one or both of us comply with his demands) and we can’t always let him, depending on the floor surface. All this to say, any ideas are welcome for toddler activities that are dry, don’t involve mess, and won’t compromise his bandages. There’s only so many times I can stick him in his high-chair and have him play with Jello.
Thoughts? Suggestions? They’re more than welcome.