The day after my last post, I made my way post-haste to Kansas City, checked the car in to economy parking, and flew straight home. Andrew did, indeed, need surgery, a pretty involved one requiring the insertion of a tiny pin to hold the bones in his second toe together and lots of stitches in all the rest. All in all, things could have been a LOT worse, I suppose, but we’ve still got a long road to recovery . . . among other things, we have to keep a four-year old from putting any weight on that foot for three weeks or the pin will break. He was happy with laying around and watching cartoons for only two and a half days; I have no idea how we’ll make it through two and a half more weeks.
Andrew in his little wheelchair, spirits high.
Remember, Crocs are very dangerous animals.
I tell you, it’s hard to look back through some of my pictures from the trip to see him so vibrant and active only a few days ago. The doctors have said they expect him to make a full recovery . . . right now we can only wait nervously and hope. I wasn’t there to see the accident happen, but Belinda is still seriously haunted by the sight of it. A big thanks to all the family and friends who have pitched in to help and to offer their love and support; you’ve been a blessing.
Sometime in the next couple of weeks I’ll go and fetch the car and finally close the loop. Maybe I’ll take Will with me and restore a little luster to what should be remembered as a glorious adventure. I’ll post again when the dust settles and offer some last thoughts and lessons about the whole experience.
For now though . . . Andrew, as soon as you’re back on your feet, we’ll go camping again. The one lesson from looking back on the trip that I can offer right now is that my kids (even my kids) don’t spend near enough meaningful time outdoors in natural settings.