So, Gabe still seems pretty solid with regards to my injury. He's seen the donor graft sight and that was a bit off-putting (as it is for anyone who sees it), but other than that he seems to be doing fine. He's still coveting my "crunches" and complaining about having injured his own legs, etc.
Well, yesterday I wanted to get outside and watch my boys swim in the pool. I'd been stuck in bed all day, and I needed a little air and family time. J and the kids were already outside, so I managed to hobble downstairs and make it to the back door on my own. For those of you who aren't aware, I'm sure you're not surprised to know that I've almost fallen up and down the stairs a couple of times on these crutches, almost tripped over the highchair, etc. I'm just not a good "crutcher".
So, I make it to the back door, open the door, take a deep breath to ready myself to crutch down the two back stairs (that don't have a railing), and Gabe spots me from the pool. Immediately, he yells, "MOM, DON'T BREAK MY WATCH. IT'S REALLY SPECIAL." His watch was laying on one of the stairs (next to some of his clothes), and he was so worried that I was going to walk/crutch on it, that he hollered across the pool at me. Seriously? So, he's clearly blind to the dangers and reality of my injury, which is a great thing (just a bit shocking at times). The toddler world is a nice place to live.
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