Knee Injury from Zumba Class

I’ve been doing a lot of things for myself lately, trying to become a healthier mommy, eating right and I’ve been taking Zumba classes. Some how it all came crashing to an end Thursday night at my last Zumba class.

We were doing a routine to my favorite song, Dark Horse by Katy Perry. I absolutely love our instructor and this song really gets me in a great mood. The routine was very similar to this one, though this is not the same instructor:

We were at the beginning of the song, in a deep squat position and when my body turned to the left my knee went with it. I dislocated my left knee, heard a popping sound and watched my body fall to the ground in slow motion. 

It’s one of those moments were you see something really bad happening and there was nothing I could do to stop it.

I fell to the ground in immense pain, the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life, beyond my two C Sections and beyond the pain from my Gall Bladder. All I remember is laying on the ground screaming for help, in pain.

The ambulance showed up and gave me a round of morphine to block some of the pain and my wonderful instructor was by my side to help me breathe. This was the worst moment of my life.

I won’t give you the graphic details of what happened at the hospital, but wanted to fill you in on why things have been a little quiet around here. 

I’m in a full leg immobilizer, can’t bend my knee at all, and I’m in a bootie for my foot. It appears that during my fall there may have been a crack to a bone in my foot. 

Life the past 4 days has been full of frustration, fear, tears and every emotion. My husband has seen another side of me that I never knew would come, he has to help me bathe as I can’t put weight on my bad leg, he has to help dress me, I can’t get up from a sitting position or get into a sitting position without help. I’ve become more dependent on my friends and family, more than I want to be.

I’m not comfortable asking people for help, I feel like a burden asking all of my friends and family to come over and take care of me, and my husband has been so wonderful to help let me rest while being Mr. Mom for the next couple of weeks. 

My recovery could take as long as 8-12 weeks, just from a simple Zumba class that I was taking to better my health.

I’m taking this time to concentrate on my healing and monitoring my eating while being on bed rest.. since I can’t weigh myself for a few weeks it might be a nice and happy surprise to see a nice weight loss on the scale in the end of recovery :)