It only took one little slip up for it to happen. My beautiful 6 month old baby boy had a fractured leg and it was all my fault. Fathers day started like any other day, waking Mark up, sitting on the bed, chatting, laughing and being together. Rallying the kids together holding Arthur, we made our way downstairs. Except I slipped. Slipped down 5 steps and then I heard it, the high pitch wail and scream from Arthur. Straight away I picked him up and cuddled and soothed him. Mark came running took him off me and went back upstairs.
I broke my son’s leg
Laying him on the bed and checking him over, he seemed absolutely fine. Doing a secondary survey, I started to check him over. Head fine, he didn’t bump that. His arms were fine, stomach fine, back fine. Right leg fine, left leg left him extremely uncomfortable and in pain. He winced, cried and withered it was pure heartbreaking! He settled quickly, speaking to Mark we decided something was not quite right and so we phoned 111, a free NHS advice and support service. They advised a visit to A&E and so we got dressed and off we went. Within an hour of slipping down the stairs, Arthur and I were waiting in the waiting room of A&E to be seen.
A visit to A&E
He seemed absolutely fine, as long as you didn’t touch his leg. He was smiling and giggling being his usual self. All I kept on thinking was, what if it was broken and it was all my fault! After waiting for about 15minutes we were seen in Triage. The lovely Nurse Magdalena (she was really lovely) assessed him and agreed an X-ray would be needed and we needed to see a DR.

Xray π
Time to go home















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