Kainen and I finally came home from the hospital on July 26th, 4 weeks after the accident. . It was bitter sweet. It was nice to finally leave the hospital and to be home with my husband and kids but I was scared. I was afraid to do this by myself without the help of the nurses and without the comfort of knowing they were a button push away. I cried most the way home.
The first couple weeks were really hard. I fell into a minor depression and there were a few times that I just wanted to give up and escape. I knew that I had to keep pushing through and it would get easier. It did. Cleaning his foot each day, taking care of his skin graft and having him go through the pain of it all was the hardest part. I would get very bad anxiety before and would go cry it out after. It wasn't fun but as it healed it was less painful for him therefore less stressful for me.
He would spend his days in bed or on the couch. I was afraid to let him do too much but he did things himself and got more comfortable moving around and testing his limits and eventually was up in his wheel chair most of the day...which he became a pro at by the way.
Two weeks after coming home he had a follow-up with the orthopedic team and then one with plastics which ended up being canceled because his foot was looking so good. It was good to know I was doing everything right.
The next week Kainen was able to see his foot for the first time. He would always need a distraction and a pillow laying over him to block his view while we cleaned it. One day he was asking a lot of questions and talking about the day it happened. That night he seemed kind of curious so I asked him if he wanted to see and said that I would slowly peel back his bandages and he could look as I did it and look away if he was scared. He got scared halfway and said that he was afraid of the blood. I told him that there wasn't any and asked if he wanted finish looking. He did. The bandages came all the way off and he shrugged his shoulders and said "hmm, it's not as bad as I thought. I thought it was going to be all bloody and stuff." I think he was still picturing it from the day it happened. He said "it's kinda cool" and kept touching it and looking at it. I was so proud of him. Ever since then he's been the one to take his splint, "sock" and bandages off. He loves his foot and sometimes cradles it to let it know he loves it still :)
Today, five weeks out he's moving around, hopping on his "good" foot, crawling on his knees, twisting and turning with no problem. Yesterday at his follow-up with plastics we got the go ahead to put weight on it slowly. So we will be in transition from wheel chair to walking boot and crutches soon...a week before school starts too which is bringing back my anxiety. I'm worried about him being at school by himself, without me. I know it will be okay but a mother will always worry, right??
The weekend after we got home
Finally get his time with his sister, Anya
Priya, Miles, Kainen and Anya
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