Ice cream, you scream

Crutches are now the aim. If our wee boy can make it on to crutches and then master the art of stair climbing, we'll escape the Royal Hospital for Sick Children. But it's hard work, learning to haul your whole body weight with your arms, while balancing and remembering not to stand on your sore leg (or suffering the pain).

I managed to miss the visits of the physios today, being at home catching up with domestic chores while my husband kept our son company.

It was good to have some girl time with our daughter who has rather been knocked sideways by the shock of what happened to her brother, and the inability of her friends to take on board that this wouldn't simply be a plaster cast and back to school job.

When I got back to the hospital, we were all able to take him out for a little outing, making it all the way over to Peter's Yard to buy our patient an ice cream before we returned for the evening.

Have arranged for a couple of friends to
come visit tomorrow to cheer him up.