I haven’t had the most active and busy weekend, although my annual dragon boat festival races did take place. My team did pretty well in the races and our fundraising efforts paid off nicely and we were able to make a fairly good overall donation to children’s hospital/cancer care.
We ran three races the second of which was by far our best race. It was 3 seconds faster than our first run which is a huge difference in this type of sport. Both race days were fairly early in the morning and so all was said and done around noon for both Saturday and Sunday.
It being the only thing to really do it did leave a lot of free time afterward and even though our families activity level was very low key it was still a rather tiring weekend. I’m sure it was even less exciting for my husband and both girls as they only attended the final race on Sunday seeing as it has been so difficult to get our oldest daughter around.
On Friday I told how she injured herself at soccer and it’s why we’ve had to take it easy. It’s completely understandable of course she can’t help but have a difficult time. Crutches aren’t the easiest thing to adjust to, even having used them several times before, and a broken hip is going to be painful and hard to tolerate no matter how good the drugs you’re taking are.
And yes it is a broken hip although not an odd type of fracture for her age and it should heal fully in about 6 weeks.
It has been an odd change for us as parents though as her ever growing independence as she’s gotten older has disappeared. She has needed help with things in the past few days she hasn’t needed help with since she became an independent and stubborn toddler.
She can’t put on her own socks, carry her own meals to the table, pick things up of the floor or even bathe without help. It’s as if the stage of motherhood/childhood we were in has gone into reverse and we are now back to some point around her toddler years. The only difference is she is much better at communicating her needs than she was at 2.
Ok maybe it’s different in other ways too but it really does evoke memories of days gone by. I’ve just found it interesting how when she gets hurt it seems to take me back to the days when she was small. She still needs us without the injury certainly and I don’t mother less regularly it’s just the needs aren’t quite as tangible as putting on socks. Or at least not as easily expressed.
