To update everyone, I ended up taking Sophie to the Orthopaedist on Friday. He didn't see anything on the x-ray but said that hairline fractures often don't show up. He didn't want to do an MRI, because wiggly toddlers don't do so well with those, so he felt it was best to treat it as a break. She still wasn't putting any weight on her foot at all which he said was a sign that something was definitely wrong. The treatment, unfortunately, is a plaster cast with a boot. He said she would be able to walk, which she STILL hasn't (2 days later!). The casting process was a nightmare, to say the least. She was fine at first, because they had distracted her with bubbles, but then I guess the plaster starts heating up or something because she got hysterical and started screaming. Every once in a while I could hear her say "HOT!". She was clinging so tightly to my neck while 2 people finished up her cast, and they shoved us out the door before it was even dry. She was still whimpering when I got her in the car, and after I buckled her up, I heard the faintest "scared" come from the back seat. Heartbreaking, to say the least. Then to make it worse, after we got home she repeated her famous guilt inducing line, "Sorry, Mommy. I didn't mean to."
Here are the sad pictures to accompany the pathetic situation. The first 2 were taken on Friday when we got home. The second 2 are pictures of her watching her brother and sister play outside in the sprinkler today, which she, of course, couldn't do. I did take her out there shortly after to watch them play, and that seemed to help.
