5 words I didn't ever want to hear

"Mommy, Will I ever walk again"? Seriously? I knew I would hear that question one day, but never from my 2 1/2 year old. Yet another validation that she will be brilliant and I will need to pay for tutors to help her in homework, because I will be of no help. Last week, Caroline was being your average 2 1/2 year old, trying to turn on a light, lost her balance, fell and broke her left tibia. If you look at it on an x-ray it's a very small fracture. But like our infamous Dr. Esposito, the great ortho man, recently told us, "a break is a break, and a fracture is a fracture. It doesn't matter the size, it still hurts". (Something along those lines, I might have had a couple margaritas beforehand and can't quite remember the correct quote!) But she is quite the strong trooper. She hasn't been on pain meds since Saturday, just a little Tylenol at night, because she has started bottom scooting and one leg crawling around the house. She can point to the exact location of the fracture on her leg, and she is very hesitant with it, and tells anyone that picks her up to be gentle. And poor Robert, he has no idea why Caroline went from playing with him, dancing with him, and taking a bath with him to absolutely no contact. He is all boy and wants to pounce on her. Web and I spent the majority of the weekend apart, each with their own child. When she said those words to me today, I just didn't know what to say. Of course, I told her she would walk again, but I was so sad that she even had to ask it. I know OI is much harder on me than Caroline. I totally understand that, but it absolutely makes me so mad and sad that we even have to have these conversations. So as I was putting her in the car seat after a special treat I kept my tears hidden and told her that yes, she would definitely walk again, and that soon she will be back to running and dancing at school with her friends. I must be accepting OI a little more though because I actually took Caroline to school today. I had our awesome nanny/1:1 aide come to the house yesterday to see what she thought about school plus to show her how to change her pull up because she is on the big girl potty now. She thought it would definitely be ok to take her to school and knowing she would be with Nanny Angel did make me feel better. I did go to her school yesterday and talk to her teachers and they both agreed that as long as Miss Angel was with her at all times that she would be fine. I told everyone to call me no matter what and I would pick her up in a heart beat. Another reason I took her to school is because when this happens when she is older, she won't be able to miss every time there is a break. Maybe a day here or there, but I really don't want to start in that habit. Of course, I hope the breaks are few and far between and we don't have to deal with that. (Our last fracture was 9 1/2 months ago, I was so hoping to make it a full year). We are truly blessed have a nanny that is not afraid and 2 teachers that care for her unconditionally. I hope next time Caroline asks me a question like that I will be a little better prepared. Probably not, but I can at least be hopeful. And hopefully by next week, she'll be walking with her walker. We keep telling her that as soon as she's ready to try we will help her, but she thinks as long as there is a splint on it, she can't do it Another obstacle we will need to figure out! Next week is Robert's 1st birthday and I cannot wait. He is such a handsome boy that loves to smile for the camera! We will celebrate with family and lots of cake! Thanks for everyone that has prayed for my sanity, sent gifts, texted, brought dinner, it's truly been a huge blessing. Love to all!