[Bitsy]

This morning he was ridiculously happy and playful. It was really hard to keep him calm before we left. And, he was walking on the leg, whereas yesterday he would put no weight on it at all. I think him taking it so easy yesterday was really good for him.

I have shared this in a lot of details because I am hoping it might help anyone who finds themselves in this position.

Here is what I must stress the most....please do not rely on your own opinion. Seek an orthopedic surgeon. In the past 36 hours I have been all over the place on what I thought he would need. Did he need to see a vet? Did he need x rays? Should he be sedated and get it wrapped? Should he get surgery? Should he get crate rest with no wrapping?

There are SO any scenarios for fractures. Each case is going to be completely different from the next. I was most stressed when I felt the decision on how to treat was up to me. What if I choose wrong? So many bad things could happen.

When I made the decision to go to Purdue and get an expert orthopedic surgeons opinion I felt much better. They are trained to diagnose and treat. I am not.

I am VERY hopeful that Peyton will heal well this week. But if something changes or he doesn't heal the way expected I will trust the surgeons opinion again.

In case anyone was wondering...the fee for the exam with the surgeon was
only $88. A very small price to pay to get an expert opinion.

I went there expecting to have to leave him to get the surgery. I took a few blankets, a toy, and his favorite bed to leave with him. They took him back and said it might take 20 minutes or two hours. (Depends on what they discover, and how quickly the surgeon can get to him, etc.). It ended up being just a little short of two hours. This is just for when they took him to the back. As I was sitting there I prayed some. I had been praying that the surgery would go well. Since it took so long I began to wonder if it was maybe better than what they thought. Don't know why my mind went there, but it did. So, I decided to pray that maybe the surgeon would come in and say it's fine, you can take him home, it's only a tiny fracture, is already almost healed, etc.

When they finally came in I still thought they were going to say he needed
surgery. I cannot express how thankful and relieved I was when they said what they did. I feel like my prayer was answered. I just have to take a moment to give Him all the thanks. Thank you Jesus for hearing my prayer and giving us some hope.