Running...apparently not for me

So, after enjoying running for a whopping 4 work-outs, I can no longer run for at least 4 months (and I probably won't attempt too again) due to a stress fracture in my tibia and femur. 

On my fourth work-out, my knees were hurting while running, especially when my foot impacted the ground.  I pushed through it that time, but as the days went on, my knee began to hurt every time I walked.  Then it got to the point, that I could hardly walk and hold P.  So, S. ordered me to the doctor.  I went in last Monday, had an x-ray, examination, he determined it was a stress fracture, gave me crutches, and told me to stay off it as much as I could, then wanted me to get an MRI to confirm because stress fractures don't show up on x-rays).  Last week, I spend most of my time trying not to walk, except for getting the kids food.  The house was a mess, S. got groceries and tried to get home early enough the help get the kids in bed, N. had to do car-pool line for school (that's a big deal for him--I usually walk him in), and P. had to walk holding my hand everywhere instead of being held (he has also learned how to run away from me-at home-when I want him for a diaper change, etc--he thinks it's quite funny, since I'm slow at getting him).  I have great friends who kept me company, brought me chocolate, downton abby, and helped with my kids.  I also have an awesome mother-in-law who came over to clean and play with the boys, and who is coming tomorrow again.  My mom calls to check in on me, watched N. all of Saturday, and is going on his first school field trip to the arboretum on Thursday, since I can't.  Yesterday, Sunday, was the first day I could walk without pain--it was wonderful--I still took it easy, and just did a little bit around the house--I had never been so excited to do dishes:)  Today I  had a follow-up check up to get the results of the MRI--well it turns out I have stress fractures in both my tibia and femur (originally he just thought it was my tibia).  Even though I'm feeling a ton better, he says to stay off of it as much as I can for the next 3 or 4 weeks.  I was really disappointed--I guess I felt that I might be back to normal and could slowly ease back into errand running and cleaning. 

Since finding this out, I was really concerned about our upcoming trip to Florida to see my grandparents, my sister, and take N. to Disney.  I'm flying out there to meet S.--so I'll be on my own with the boys.  N. is so excited for Disney, and prays about it in his prayers--that he'll have fun in Florida and have fun on the rides at Disney World.  Part of me says, N.'s faith will make it happen.  (He just started praying for the first time in months--he was in a phase where he said he hated Heavenly Father, and didn't want to live with him and didn't want to die--he's gone through a lot with his friend, Atticus, passing away--so it's a HUGE deal to us that he wants to pray).  The doctors has given me the go ahead with Disney, but said to take it slow, walk slow, take breaks, wear comfortable shoes.  He said if I push it too much, the worst that could happen is more rest and longer recovery time, but I think that would be worth it to make my N. happy. 

Anyways, I'm super grateful that my knee has been feeling a ton better.  I'm grateful that I can walk.  I'm also grateful for all the play time I've had with my P.  Usually when N.'s at school, we're busy running errands, but this past week, I get lots of alone time with him.  He's so funny, a bit mischevious, and loves to climb all over me.  I'm trying to stay positive about this whole situation, although believe me lots of tears have been shed.  Years from now, it won't matter how messy or clean my house was or what did or did not get done.  It's funny, I put this quote up on our back door a few weeks ago, so we could see it when we walked in, and I guess somebody knew I would need it the next week.  It has really helped me!