I think it's harder on me than on him.

That's the leg that I had to cut off of Jack's pajamas last night. I had to snip the right leg so the cast would fit. What cast you ask? Oh yes, Jack has a cast on his leg.

So I neglected to mention one little detail from the doctor's visit. Jack took a fall last week out on the pool deck. At the time, he cried a lot and then fell asleep (it was bedtime). The next day I noticed he wouldn't put weight on his right foot so I went straight to the pediatrician. She took x-rays and told me that nothing was broken and that he probably just bruised or tweaked his ankle. She thought he'd be better by his 8 month checkup on Monday. Over the few days, John and I thought it was getting better. He finally would put a little weight on it and started hobbling around. But at his checkup the doctor was concerned it wasn't 100% better and sent us to a pediatric orthopedist. He took more x-rays and detected a teeny tiny fracture in his upper ankle bone. My poor little boy has a broken bone. When the doc said he needed a cast I was floored. And so sad.

Apparently, according to the doctor, it's such a small fracture that if Jack was older, he'd just put a walking boot on him and tell him to take it easy. But because he's a baby who can't control his movement, he needs a cast. So, I picked out the color blue for his cast and held him as the nurse wrapped up his foot and he cried his eyes out. As we left the office, I noticed that a baby with a cast gets a lot of looks. I'm sure the looks are all judging me but that's okay. I can handle it.

All in all, he seems unfazed by the cast. He can scoot around, he can go in the Bjorn, he can bounce in the jumperoo. He still squirms out of my arms to get down and walk. Only now he seems perplexed by the weird sensation when he walks on that leg. Of course, he is intrigued by the loud thud it makes on our hardwood floors. Last week his new favorite activity was throwing his toys and cups on the ground to him them crash. Today it was banging his cast against everything to hear the loud noise. As they say, I think it's way worse for me than for him. The cast stays on for four weeks and I just hope we both survive. I'm praying that his sleep doesn't regress and that his physical development isn't too delayed. I was (and am) pretty down about it but, as John says, the cast is kind of cute and makes him look badass.