So, when we were on Norfolk we visited some friends. Who have a trampoline. Elena had a go and collapsed in a heap on her first jump. We iced it immediately and took her home to keep it elevated.
She seemed okay, but couldn’t put any weight on her leg. Didn’t cry when Hugo rough-housed with her. Was mostly perfectly happy crawling around. Whinged when she felt she was missing out on the fun.
Medical facilities on Norfolk aren’t as good as those at home, so we decided to wait it out and see if it got better.
A week later, with Elena due to go back to child care, she still wasn’t able to walk. We took her to our family GP who suspected a sprain but gave us an x-ray referral in case it was still bad in a few days and we wanted to check it out.
Thankfully we decided to get the x-ray that day because it turns out…Elena has a broken leg! To say we feel terrible is an understatement.
All of the hospital doctors are confused that there was no pain and she has been so happy.
I see a lot of this in our future. Oh my.