...just falling and breaking your ankle when you're pregnant is! That's right, I fell and broke my ankle while camping. We were camping with the Franks at Jellystone in Estes Park. We had everything set up for the three day adventure. We were eating dinner and I was walking to get the dog untangled.
I was walking down a slight incline and down I went. As I fell, I turned to my side so I wouldn't hurt the baby. I heard my ankle pop a few times. I knew it was broke instantly. I decided we should go to the emergency room to reassure that the baby was ok and get some crutches to continue the shortened adventure on.
After taking a quick tour of Estes Park, we finally found the hospital. After explaining what happened to everyone who worked at the hospital, I finally got hooked up to a fetal monitor and the little man's heartbeat had dropped to about 140bpm....It was still a steady beat so that calmed me down. Only to get a nurse to lecture me about wearing flipflops. I wanted to yell at her. It's 99 degrees outside, I'm six months pregnant and I'm not supposed to wear flipflops....that woman has a lot of nerve telling me that!
The xrays showed a crack all the way through the fibula (the little, outside bone) and some severe ligament damage around my ankle bone itself. Well now we know what we are dealing with. Surgery!
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