Turns out that is no easy feat. Let me re-phrase that, it is no easy feat for some one who was casted outside of the city. In order to get those crutches, I needed to have a letter from an orthopedic doctor from the hospital. She said I could go and see one of the doctors there and they would write up a letter for me. Had to laugh, with my luck I would see Matthew's surgeon who was not impressed with me taking Matthew to see Dr. Dobbs.
I went to plan B. Called all over the city. No one had pediatric crutches, except for one place. Yay! I picked them up and took them to the school so Matthew could try them out with the p/t there. No go. Even though they were rated for kids 4 feet and under (Matthew is 3 feet 9 inches) they were too small.
Back to the store I went. Turns out no one rents crutches that size, you buy them. So I went to trade them in for a bigger set. No go. The next size up was for 4 foot 6 inches and taller. They were way too big. Turns out the man at the store was another angel in disguise. He said he had an idea. He had a broken set of adult crutches in the back. He took off the leg extender from those and put them on Matthew's set. Perfect fit. No charge.
Gosh, this road we are on is hard, but we have found such wonderful helpful people along the way. We are so lucky.
As promised, here are some photos from the trip.
Matthew in the airport with the birds he bought, one for him, one for his brother.
No Mommy, I am to tired to get up.
In the exam room. Did I mention he got a stuffie EVERY time he went to a new area?
One last photo of his foot before casting.
New best friends waiting for a spot in the casting room.
New friends and new casts.
Resting at Haven House.
On the plane ride home with his new collection of stuffies thanks to the Shriner's.