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Please Save Your Judgement

I’m going to steal some of my toddler’s future thunder. I know what his answer will be when the inevitable question in life comes up at some team-building activity asking for a fact that people don’t know about you.

He broke both of his feet within three months of each other. At age two.

It’s interesting, I think it will work well for his answer.

Here’s the little cast dude in all of his glory…

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Same kid. Different cast colors. Different season. Different feet. Three months apart.

Let me tell you this. It’s terrible having your toddler break a bone. It hurts your heart. They’re in pain, they’re scared, and they don’t understand. Doctors ask you lots of questions about what happened, just to make sure it was really an accident. You pin your wailing toddler down for x-rays. You try to entertain them as they hold their broken bone limply in the air while you wait for the x-ray to be read, and then you hold them down while a cast is applied to their broken bone. After that you try to help your little broken bird as they try to navigate with a heavy cast that wasn’t there the day before and watch helplessly as they cry and ask to be held instead of putting weight on their broken limb.

Truly. It’s the pits. To say the least.

And it’s happened to us twice. I didn’t think I would need a cast cover with a two year old, but it’s already been used double the originally anticipated time. It’s tucked into a cabinet just in case. I hope I don’t need it again for a long, long, long time.

We’re worried. How many toddlers do you see running around with casts? He’s already had testing done, and there’s the potential more testing will need to be done in the future. Both breaks have happened from him tripping. The first time, he was wearing flip flops on a field which I suspected led to his fall. No flip-flops for time number two. He tripped in our house and fell on our hardwood floor. It was literally a NOTHING fall.

How do you think I feel now when I watch him fall over? I feel like I want to get my cast cover out. I’m on edge ALL the time.

It’s not a great feeling.

What I didn’t expect was the judgement I received from total strangers.

Our hearts were already heavy with worry. It didn’t help to be riding in an elevator with a person staring down at my son and then asking how on earth a two year old could break a bone as they shake their head and walk out the doors. I thought people knew that bones break. No matter your age.

There’s a lot of judgement in the world. Judgement between moms, judgement between friends, and judgement between strangers. Save your judgement. Your journey is your own, and you can’t possibly know what another person’s journey may be. Open your mind, open your heart and put your negative thoughts away. You may not know the whole story, not matter what you think it may be.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  1. Kristy 01/10/2014 at 12:44 pm

    I feel your pain. My little boy, who is five, has broken his leg three times in his short life. Different places each time, both legs. The last two breaks were within months of each other. Despite assurances from the orthopedist and his pediatrician that there isn’t an underlying issue, I still worry. He’s had tons of tests, and they all came out fine, but every time he falls, which is often (did I mention he’s a 5 year old boy?), I hold my breath. Meanwhile, family and friends innocently joke that he needs to be bubble wrapped. They don’t know that it keeps me up at night.

  2. Kristy 01/10/2014 at 12:44 pm

    I feel your pain. My little boy, who is five, has broken his leg three times in his short life. Different places each time, both legs. The last two breaks were within months of each other. Despite assurances from the orthopedist and his pediatrician that there isn’t an underlying issue, I still worry. He’s had tons of tests, and they all came out fine, but every time he falls, which is often (did I mention he’s a 5 year old boy?), I hold my breath. Meanwhile, family and friends innocently joke that he needs to be bubble wrapped. They don’t know that it keeps me up at night.

  3. Jenny 01/10/2014 at 12:31 pm

    Poor you guys! Lucky for me (or not) I know enough toddlers/preschoolers who’ve broken bones that I don’t think it’s a big deal. But my 3 year old rolled out of a bed when we were on vacation and broke her collar bone and I felt like a criminal until she got her arm out of that sling. The doctor in the ER was nice to me and never made me feel like I was an abusive, sucky mom, and I never noticed any judgmental strangers.

    But HOLY CRAP the adult judgement meanness was bad when I put my crazy 16 month old toddler on a cute monkey backpack leash at disneyland. I should have worn a t shirt that said ‘shut up! I don’t want to hear it!’or something.

  4. Carina 01/10/2014 at 11:20 am

    My husband broke his collarbone THREE times as a toddler! People should stop being jerks.

  5. Karen 01/10/2014 at 11:10 am

    Our daughter broke her leg in the gym running after school. She ran on it more that evening and then ouched her way down the stairs the next morning. I took her to dr. and found out she had broken a in her leg. 1 yr later she broke her arm jumping out of the swing. Yes, you get judged. thankfully she was old enough to tell folks about it. I hope your son gets well soon!

  6. Amy Allen Johnson 01/10/2014 at 7:18 am

    My little brother broke his leg at 2 and has lived the life any doctor would love (frequent ER visits were common). He’s now (finally) an MD himself, so maybe there’s a connection in what we’re drawn to as kids :) Love your little guy!

  7. Erica Fehrman 01/10/2014 at 5:43 am

    I had some weird reactions from people when my 5 yo son broke his foot. Then they’d ask him how, and when he said, “I fell off a climbing wall,” you can imagine the looks of disbelief I got. It was a 5 foot bouldering wall that’s no big deal, but no matter. The eye rolls and slack jaws were there. Sorry you’ve had to endure both ends of the Hard and hope C doesn’t have any more breaks for awhile!