On the night of Easter, Claire and Kent were out jumping on my mom's tramp. Kent bounced her and Claire hurt her leg pretty bad. I didn't know if it was broken or not, but she was so sad. I carried her inside and she cried for at least a half hour and wouldn't move off the couch. We went to Marianne's for dinner and she didn't ever move while we were their either. She did let someone carry her upstairs, but that was it. She didn't get down to play at all, so then I was more worried. The next morning she had to be carried out of her bed and still couldn't put weight on it so I took her in to the doctor. They took xrays and couldn't find a break. It could have possibly been just a deep tissue bruise. They put her in a splint just in case they had missed something and told us to come back in a week. It was a long week! She couldn't walk at all. I had to carry her everywhere. She was awesome the first day and then she realized how boring it was really fast. by the end of the week I was going crazy. It was nice that the weather was decently warm that week. We went on lots of wagon rides, but that was hard because Van had to walk so we never got very far. I tried putting them in the bike trailer once which worked well, except I am not in good biking shape pulling a 60 pound trailer. Erin and her family dropped off a cute little sunshine basket, which she loved!
The next monday they took off the splint and she still wouldn't put weight on it. The took x rays again and didn't find anything. By the end of the appointment she would hobble on it a little so he said it was probably fine and it would just continue to heal. She struggled to walk for a few days and I wasn't sure if it was in her head or if it really had something wrong with it. She is pretty much back to normal now though. Every once in a while if she thinks too much about it she will complain or limp or run funny, but I think it is fine. I am really glad it wasn't broken because one week in the splint was more than enough for the both of us.





