What is it about being pregnant that makes me such a klutz? Last Friday I climbed up to bed groggy around 11:30pm, snuggled up and zonked out. Somewhere around midnight, I freaked out about a snake on the ceiling, somewhat reminiscent of the snake that Beetlejuice turns into from the stair rail (and no, I hadn't just watched the movie). Being more than just quasi-awake in my hurry to rush out of the bed and get out from beneath the snake that was going to jump on me, I probably would have realized that snakes can't be on ceilings. Yeah. Anyway, klutz-o got her foot caught in the bedspread and took a head first dive into the floor. I didn't even have time to raise my arms to catch myself. I landed right on the crown on my head, to a fun-sounding "crunch" which I can only remember saying in my head "oh, that's not good" and then my right foot landing hard into the floor. At the time, my neck was numb yet also extremely painful at the same time. Yes, I realize that doesn't make sense. I hesitated for a moment to get up, thinking whether or not I should move. I remember grabbing my neck, sort of sobbing in pain, when Tommy found me on the floor. He had been downstairs finishing up watching a basketball game, slowly realizing that it was me that probably fell after seeing that Maximus was in the same room with him sleeping. My right foot seemed frozen but was throbbing. I didn't know what was worse, sitting on the bed or attempting to lay back as Tommy held the weight of my head. His brilliant idea. My foot was just throbbing, pulsing with pain. I popped two Tylenol, which is all I can take right now being pregnant. I can't even tell you what that felt like to lean my head back to take the sip of water to take the pills. Ow! Tommy had convinced me that a 3-foot fall couldn't be that bad and there wasn't much a hospital could do, but I still kept muttering "maybe I should go to the hospital". The only comforting feeling was the Baby bumping around in my tummy. Baby seemed OK. So, I attempted to just settle in for the night. Saturday I sat on the couch all day with a heating pad on my back and ice on my foot. My back seemed a little better, but my range of motion was horrible and I was very sore. My foot was now extremely swollen and purple, still feeling frozen. By Sunday, I limped to Easter and borrowed my Aunt Vickie's bunyon stiff shoe (ok, and her cane), that helped. Though, I was walking on the outer side of my foot, sort of. I had felt a few contractions here and there but by Monday they seemed a little more frequent. I finally called up my ob/gyn and they told me to head to the ER and just get checked out. Four hours later, baby was good, I was having some contractions, no one checked my back or foot (oddly). I was yelled at more about drinking water and being dehydrated then the actual fall. So, when I had my monthly prenatal visit today, Dr. M looked at my foot, "I think you fractured it, I'm calling for an x-ray." Sure enough my right big toe is broken in two places, second toe badly bruised. Gotta see the doc again in a week to make sure it's still straight (somehow it happens to be aligned right), but if it moves I might have to have surgery. Wha, what, surgery!? And, when would that happen, after I pop the baby out??? I'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
Meanwhile, I'm going to try to stay still and keep from damaging myself any further. Sheesh!
