Go Break a Leg

Oh boy, guys. Do I have a great excuse for not blogging in a long, long time! Just wait till you hear this one: This past Sunday after church and a big Belgium waffle breakfast, my husband went Kitesurfing up in St. Petersburg and I got a phone call from him about 2 hours later. He sounded pretty panicked and I heard a bunch of people around him making noise and then the dreaded ambulance siren in the background. Ugg..I was about to walk into Williams Sonoma to return a broken blender! So, long story short...

He did a really crazy trick on his kite board which he does a lot and always lands it, but this time the wind kicked up just as he was in the air. This carried him about 30 feet up and slammed him down onto the water with the board strapped to his feet. Well, upon impact from that height, his bone basically just shot out of his leg and broke and he had to deal with pulling the board off his dangling/floating leg and calling for help. So, they dragged his butt up on the beach and called 911. Thank God he wansn't too far out in the water when it happened.


So, they took him to the trauma unit in St. Pete hospital and by the time we got there he was already in the middle of his 2 hour surgery. He got a surgery which inserted a titanium rod into his leg from the ankle up to the knee. We were there for him when he got out of surgery and he looked pretty banged up. He had to stay in the hospital for 2 days and recover and finally they let him come home. So, I have been playing nurse to Yann; changing his dressings everyday. He doesn't have to wear a cast, but he does have to be on crutches for the next 6 weeks.

So, Daddy will be doing lots of father/daughter sitting on the couch gazing into each others eyes bonding stuff! Because that's about all he can do for now. We borrowed my grandfather's wheelchair and so he has been able to get around the house pretty good and do dishes. For the first week he basically needs to keep the leg elevated 90% of the day, so he has to be laying or sitting. And yes, he feels really bad about all this. I've been pretty sweet about it all, if I do say so myself, because I feel like the injury and pain is punishment enough. Was I a little pissed he did this to himself 6 days before my due date? Yes! But number 1: I'm just thankful it wasn't something worse or more permanent and number 2: with a newborn baby you basically just stay home and lay in bed anyways. So, we are making the best of all this.

One day we'll look back on this time and laugh.

Sorry for no cute pictures of ourselves, but I am too overwhelmed to be snapping pictures. Between our move, my in laws coming into town, and Yann's broken leg I have had no time for anything like that. But I bet once that baby is here, there will be no putting the camera down!

And did you know my due date in in 4 days? Oh my gosh, I am so excited!!!! And when are my contractions going to begin??