Kyla is afraid of heights, she's like me. She doesn't do anything that puts her out of her comfort zone, not even playing in the sprinklers. She's a very cautious and an un-adventurous child , so it only makes sense that she would be the one to break a leg.
I was feeding Jack when it happened, and I knew right away that she'd broken something. I could tell by the way she cried. The funny thing is that she's actually a lot tougher than Sophie is. For example, Sophie screams and sobs every time I comb her hair, snarls or not. Kyla says "ouch" when I comb out a really bad one. So her cry wasn't screaming per say, more like a very sad and constant cry. Totally unlike her.
So how did this happen? Well Kyla has a rambunctious, daring and loving older sister, and they love to play together (sometimes). Sophie loves to come up with new games for them to play and they giggle all the while. Well they were playing on the stairs. Sophie wanted Kyla to help pull her up, and instead of pulling her up she was pulled down.
We hurried up to her pediatrician and they sent us to get x-rays. Sure enough, broken. Both bones right above her ankle. She was wrapped up in this little thing (Picture below). And I made an appointment with an Orthopedic surgeon to get it in a cast a few days later, after the swelling had gone down a little.
And we love it when Daddy gets home from work to play with us. It's the highlight of the day.