It has been four days since Madeleine's accident and she has adjusted well to her new normal. She has learned to maneuver in her brace and never complains about her condition. Instead of fretting she has learned to make the best of it. She has enjoyed lots of attention including a play date with her best friend. Abby came over the day after the accident bearing presents, including squinkies , a tattoo, and homemade chocolate chip cookies.
So, what does one do when their leg is being held captive in a brace?
Play games. Lots and lots of games.
Compensate for the lack of leg by getting a tattoo.
Take short walks to breathe in some fresh air and stretch out your legs.
| I told her to hike up her dress to show off her big ole' brace. |
| I told Audrey to smile. |
Before I end this post I want to take a moment to document some things Madeleine has said that I don't want to forget.
On the day of the accident, she proved to not only be courageous, but selfless. Shortly after returning home from the hospital, I wheeled her to the bathroom in Steven's computer chair. On the way there, I had to dodge various obstacles that were strewn on the floor. As I did, with concern in her voice, she told me to be careful. At first I assumed she was afraid I would whack her protruding leg on the wall. Instead, she was concerned for MY safety. "I don't want you to fall and pop your knee out". At that point I told her that I wished it had happened to me instead of her to which she replied, "Oh I am glad it happened to me and not you. I don't want you to feel pain like that".
I couldn't believe it! After the excruciating pain she experienced, she would rather endure it than me. I thought it was profoundly selfless, especially coming from an 8 year old, and I think it speaks volumes about her character.
That night when I tucked her into bed she said, "thank you for shading me". After the accident, other than holding her and stroking her forehead, all I could do was protect her face from the blaring sun with the T-shirt she had taken off moments earlier, revealing her swimsuit. Something that felt like a small gesture at the time meant a lot to her and I thought it was sweet for her to tell me so.
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