He's been CASTED

On Monday night I went to pick Grant up from gymnastics.  He was sitting on the edge of the big trampoline.  As he was getting down his coach yelled, "Grant, give me a one foot dismount! No, I'm just kidding dude.  Hope you feel better".  Grant then started to hobble over to me... which is a weekly occurrence.  Grant is always complaining that he has hurt something.  And he limps and hobbles and grimaces often.  He is a classic model for the Boy who Cried Wolf.  However, this time I could tell he was really hurting.  As he reached me he burst into tears and cried, "It hurts so bad mom.  I can't walk.  It hurts".  I picked him up and set him on a nearby table.  He told me that he had hurt his foot.  As I was doing a quick exam his coach then ran over and said that Grant had been "goofing off" with another kid in the group.  They had kicked at each other and Grant had caught the other kid right on the heel with the side of his foot.  He wasn't even doing a cool gymnastics trick!!!  He was GOOFING OFF!!!
That night his foot began to swell and we iced it, elevated it, and wrapped it up.  The next morning it was more swollen and he couldn't put any pressure on it.  Thanks to Papa, who brought Grant to me at work- I was able to get him to the doctor and have his foot X-rayed.  The little squirt had 2 fractured bones in his right foot and it was too swollen to cast at the moment.  He was put in a splint until the swelling was reduced.

So today (with the help of Nana) I took him back to the doctor and they put a nice blue cast on his leg.  I think he was thrilled to get a cast.  It will be fun for about a week and then he will be sad.  The crutches are already rubbing him raw and he has slipped a few times.  Poor little guy has no clue what he is in for the next 4 weeks.  But let me assure you- he is milking this injury for all it is worth.