We had the missionaries over for dinner last night and before they left I asked if they would help Andrew give Alexander a blessing of healing. He hadn't taken a single step the whole day, but didn't seem to be in a grave amount of pain. And as
wonderful advanced as our medical system is, I just didn't want to go through all the hassle of meeting with our primary care doctor to get a prescription to get an x-ray and then go back to discuss things with the doctor and so on and so on.
Especially because I wasn't 100% sure it was broken. In fact, I was rather confident in the other direction. If I had thought it was broken we would have rushed in immediately (as we did with his arm...and his leg the last time...and what is with this fragile child?!).
Obviously it was bothering him, but not severely. (I mean, severely enough that he refused to put weight on it but not so severely that he was in constant tears.) Mostly I just wanted some peace of mind. And so we gave him a blessing.
Andrew blessed him that his leg would heal quickly and without lasting consequence, that he would start walking again soon, that we'd know when to take him in if he needed medical attention, and that he'd continue to be the joy to our family that he is.
I was thrilled this morning when I walked on him dancing in the kitchen with the kids! He was limping around in pathetic little circles, but he was happy and bi-pedal, if only for a moment! Then this afternoon at the playground I carried him around for a bit and then put him in the swing because he hadn't been doing much walking and reminded me frequently throughout the day that his leg still hurt, but he surprised me by asking to get down so that he could play!
"Are you sure?" I asked.
"Bam," he said, which means 'yes' for whatever reason.
"Okay," I said, hoisting him out of the swing. "I don't know what you think you're going to do. Scooch around on your bum, I guess. There's not much to do if you can't walk..."
But he surprised me again and hobbled around doing quite a bit of everything:
And I was finally able to exhale.
Now when we ask him how his leg is he says, "Still hurts but I'm feeling better."
I'm hopeful he'll have an even better day tomorrow.