I’m reaching back into the Tirabassi Family Story Archives for my X post. It’s a story we like to tell when we want to embarrass the boys and give Number 4 some fuel to fight her brothers with.
We were living in Portland, OR in a house that was built into a hill. The first floor had a kitchen, a gigantic living room and 2 bedrooms. Off the kitchen was a set of stairs that went down to a lower living room and 2 more bedrooms.
It was a weekend and Spouse was actually home! Spouse was a fellow at the Children’s Hospital and had a crazy call schedule. I think this was the only time he was home when we had a kidmergency.
We heard the kids fooling around on the stairs. They were laughing hysterically and getting along, so we knew they were up to no good. We peeked around the corner to check it out and saw them riding a boogie board down the stairs. No, not the kind of boogie board I got for Christmas. It was a hard, wooden board meant to be skimmed across water at the beach. I don’t know how it got in the house, but they had it and were joyriding down the stairs.
Spouse immediately recognized the danger – head trauma, concussions, rug burns. I was a little more laid back and giggled a bit that they could actually get it to work. But for the sake of presenting a unified front so they never detect weakness in us, I told them to put the board away. They did…or so we thought.
A little while later we again recognized the sound of kids having too much fun and went to check it out. They were back on the board and kicking off from the top step. At the bottom was Number 4, cheering her brothers on. They sailed down the steps and straight into Number 4, hitting her legs with a solid THWACK. She tumbled over and then tried to stand up. But she wouldn’t put any weight on her left leg.
Spouse immediately said I had to take her to the emergency room.
And there it was on the x-ray – our first broken bone in the family. She had a crack in the tibia and a buckle fracture in the fibula.
She was casted all the way up to her thigh. It didn’t slow her down though. For the first day she crawled and then she learned to walk on the cast. We almost had to have it replaced because she wore a hole in the foot.
While she had her cast on, her brothers were required to be her servants.
It seemed like a good consequence for their actions.
Blogging my way from A to Z as part of the 2014 April A to Z Challenge!