The Day That Will Live in Infamy (And the polka dotted shoes of doom)

As I mentioned earlier, I had a bad fall which left me with a really jacked up ankle. Here's how it all went down:

Jeff headed to Orlando first thing in the morning to update his FAA license. I was getting the boys ready to head to the park for a playdate. We were all prepped out and ready to go. Ben was putting on his shoes, and I carried Drew downstairs to get in the car. We were on the third step from the bottom, and I lost my footing. I made a mad grab for the railing, but when I realized I couldn't catch it, I grabbed Drew tightly to my chest and wrapped my arms around his head. We then tumbled head over heels to the bottom. I knew my ankle was broken from the instant we landed. It was turned sideways and the size of a softball. I was bawling, and it hurt worse than labor. I was mostly terrified for Drew. He was crying, but he didn't have a mark on him. I checked for the head injury signs (pupils, alertness, vomit), and he seemed ok, but I just didn't dare believe it. I'd had my phone in my pocket, so I called my neighbor, "I bro-o-o-oke my an-k-k-le. I fe-e-e-ell with Dre-ew-ew-ew." She said, "I'm on my way!" She was there in less than a minute. Ben came downstairs and had her take him potty and I called 911. The ambulance was to my house in under 5 minutes, and three paramedics came. One took Drew into the living room with Meghan, and the other two checked me out, while I sobbed, prayed for Drew, and begged them not to touch me. The paramedic came to tell me Drew was completely unharmed and I thanked the Lord! Meghan took my boys to her house and I called my mom (in Atlanta) and Jeff. My mom jumped in her car ASAP and Jeff headed home as well. The ambulance rushed me to the nearest ER, where a room was set up and my nurse was waiting. (If you have to go to the ER, apparently ambulance is the way to go). They brought an x-ray machine to me and the doctor informed me that my ankle was broken, I was going home with a splint and crutches, and that I needed to see an orthopedist. I saw him the following week, and he told me I had a tri malleolar fracture and would need surgery to place 8 screws and 2 plates. I'm still in a walking boot now, 8 weeks later, but I'm recovering!!

Luckily, I'd already taken my outfit pictures for the park!

Gingham shoulder Vineyard Vines Shep Shirt

Paige jeans

Polka dot Toms

Gingham shoulder Vineyard Vines Shep Shirt

The last time I wore 2 shoes!

Polka dotted Toms

Didn't load the photos I took of my ankle because they were pretty bad, but here's my X-ray