Who would have thought that out of our two boys Jett would be the one to break a bone first? I'm pretty sure if you polled our entire family and group of friends they all would have said Brody would definitely break the first bone. Crazy thing is, out of all the wild things the boys do Jett broke his left leg falling off a swing that wasn't even moving and the swing was only a foot and half off the ground.
The evening the event happened we didn't even know it was his leg that he had hurt. We were hanging out in the backyard with our neighbor Erica and her daughter Evelyn and Jett slipped off the swing and cried forever. We all thought he bent his arm back. Dave and I just took turns holding him since he was unwilling to get down and play again. He did continue to wine and cry at times, but he is the little boy who cried wolf so we really didn't put much thought into it. Later that night we realized he wouldn't put weight on his leg, but since he has done this before we decided to wait and see how he was in the morning.
That next morning I woke him up before I left for work and he still wouldn't bare any weight on his leg so Dave took him into the pediatrician. They x-rayed his leg and saw no obvious injury and said it was likely a sprain. Fast forward a five more days and two orthopedic doctor visits Jett was in a cast. Dave and I gave it sometime but we both agreed that it wasn't improving fast enough and after a multitude of opinions we decided to follow Dr. Harrod's advice and we had it casted. The cast ended up being the best decision. Once the fracture was stabilized Jett was off running and jumping. He even hiked 3 miles the weekend before getting the cast removed. His cast is now off and he is back to his normal self.
