Last night, we ended up taking Ian up to the hospital. He was being his normal active self and was playing with Toby’s water dish when he dumped it and tried walking across the spill. Needless to say, he took a header backwards and screamed for a good 30 minutes. I was finally able to get him calmed down, but something still seemed off. He wasn’t bouncing back like he normally does so I had Jesse come home early so he could evaluate. What really was concerning me was whenever I tried putting him down, he would immediately cry until I picked him up. Well, when Jesse got home, he thought Ian looked fine. And then Ian tried to walk. I put Ian on his feet and he sat right down. We were willing to give him one unsteady attempt at standing, but when he got up and fell right back down, we knew something was up.

We didn’t know this at the time, but there is a hospital right around the corner from us. It’s literally close enough where we could probably walk to it if we wanted to. So getting there wasn’t a problem. We checked in at the emergency room and we were in the triage section within a few moments. They stuck us in the fast track area, which didn’t seem that busy, but we ended up sticking around for about two hours. The doctor checked Ian’s eyes and she wasn’t concerned about a concussion or anything like that since Ian didn’t black out or lose consciousness when he fell, but she did order a couple of x-rays of his legs. They tried getting him to walk, and they saw where he was favoring his left leg, so they wanted to make sure nothing was broken. The x-rays came back clean, which meant that all we would know is that Ian had twisted or sprained some portion of his left leg. The x-ray’s couldn’t tell us anything about the muscles, so we were discharged with instructions to keep him off his leg and to ice it. Afterwards, we went out to dinner and by the time we got home, it was bedtime, so Ian wasn’t on his leg at all the rest of the night.

I cannot say the same thing about today. The first thing Ian wanted to do this morning was get up and walk. Trying to keep him off of his legs is going to be difficult, but we’ve managed so far. Ian got to play on our bed with a few of his toys while I unpacked our clothes and we also watched a few clips from the muppets on youtube. Then we took a walk up to McDonald’s for lunch and by the time we got back, he was out for his nap. I’m planning some time in the sandbox for this afternoon, but I’m not sure what else I will be able to do to keep him from walking. On the plus side, I think I figured out which part of his leg he twisted. We were in his room playing a little on the floor and he started crawling around and didn’t seem to have any problems with that. So I’m thinking his ankle is what hurts. He has figured out if he holds on to anything, he can hop around a little (not that he’s hopping, but you get the idea) or he can crawl and still have some mobility. He doesn’t like not being able to walk, so it’s going to be hard the next couple of days, but hopefully he’ll bounce back pretty quickly.