Four Eyes

I got glasses.

Something happened to the computer screen when I put them on. It was like magic.

Happy

I got flowers.

And I love them. Thank you, Bryan. You made my day. I love you.

"Fix it. Leg. I Sad."

September 29, 8:30 PM: Andlie jumped off the couch. We heard a popping noise and she wouldn't stop crying. We took her to the doctor. (Her pediatrician happened to have a doctor on call, so we didn't have to make a trip to the ER.) He ordered x-rays. Andlie hated them. We spent that night & the next day on the couch eating popsicles and watching movies. We put a wrap on Andlie's leg just in case.

September 30, 1:00 PM: Doctor called us and reported that the x-rays showed no break and that it was probably a bad sprain.

October 1: I called the doctor's office because Andlie seemed to be in pain and wouldn't put ANY weight on her leg. Plus, she kept saying, "Fix it. Leg. I sad." Talk about breaking your heart. We went out to the doctor's office where he did a further examination and told us that it was probably a bad sprain. He also mentioned that sometimes, because the bones are still soft, that a fracture won't show until five days later. He put a splint on and told us to call if she still wasn't putting weight on it by Tuesday.

She spent the next two days like this:

October 5: Called the doc. Still not putting weight on her leg at all. Doc requested a second x-ray and called later to say that "the radiologist had found a tiny break and we should cast it." The break is so small, but it's probably what's causing pain & inability to walk on it. We're supposed to report back on October 28.

I hate couches now. It breaks my heart into pieces that Andlie has a cast and a hurt leg, but I'm so thankful for a good doctor.