It was 4 am and I hear "honey… can you tie my shoes?" Mr Broken arm was getting ready to go to work and he had "flight deck boots" that laces up to mid calf. He broke his arm playing basketball and they had put a weighted cast to try to fix his bone.
"I can't button my pants, can you help me?"
This ordeal had made him helpless. I felt sorry for him to a point and felt more sorry for me. He left for work and I tried to get back to sleep. Then the baby woke up. It was still dark outside. I fed the baby and it was only 6 am so I put her back to sleep and I tried to get to sleep, right as I was about to fall asleep the toddler woke up and that was that for the day.
He went to the doctors and and he told him that the cast was not working. He would need to have surgery in his arm and they would meld his bone with a metal plate. He had become the superman I always knew he was, he became a man of steel.
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