The Ferguson Femur Break of 2011.

Well, as most of you know, we had quite the trip to Texas in September. We travelled down to attend Blake's wedding, where Joel was to be best man. We stayed at a beautiful ranch and had a nice day and a half of feeding longhorns, swimming, and hiking. On that Friday, right before the rehearsal, Titus was jumping on the bed. In a second, he fell and twisted his leg underneath him in such a way, landing on it, that the bone snapped. Joel and I both heard the horrific sound, which to this day, and likely, always, gives me chills. I looked over at him and when I saw him, I knew, without a doubt, his leg was broken. He was rushed to the local ER where they determined his femur sustained a spiral fracture, which needed to be fixed 1.5 hours away in Ft. Worth. Joel rode with him in the ambulance and I packed up our room, meeting them there. The ER was a nightmare, for more reasons that one, but suffice to say, our baby had to stay with that broken femur pain until 12:00 pm the next day. It was an excruciating night, where Titus kept crying out in pain despite the medication. The next day, he went to surgery, where they put him in a spica cast. Fortunately, we were in Texas, so Mom and Tony, and Casey came to be with us at the hospital. We had the chance to recoup a little in Austin and then came home.

Titus and Joel right before heading down to surgery. I gave Titus my sunglasses in the ER and he never took them off. It was as though he felt he was in disguise with them on. With so many people prodding him, I am sure he needed some security.

This is the first cast, which went down his one leg and partially down the other, with a bar across it. The orthopedic surgeon told us that broken femurs are a frequent occurrence for the 2-3 year old set!

When we got back home for Titus's follow-up at CHOP, our new surgeon told us the bone had shifted and he needed a new surgery and new cast. I was devastated. Luckily, Joel's mom was there and we soldiered through it. This is Titus's second cast, which just goes down one leg, which was much easier!

Playing the blues on his harmonica.

Still a happy boy!

Despite how rotten all of this was, I am extremely happy and blessed that so many people took care of us. We had people bring us dinners, toys and gifts for Titus, cards, and both Joel's mom and my mom came to stay for two weeks each. We had awesome doctors and nurses, and great insurance to cover every single penny. Most of all, though, we had God, who honestly provided the fortitude to get us through this. Titus is now walking and climbing, and hopefully, soon, he will be running.