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Spica Cast

Surprisingly, I felt somewhat relieved after we talked to the surgeon. He told us it wouldn't be 6 but 4 weeks in the cast, and also that the cast would only come to half of his left leg, it wouldn't be two full leg casts. For some reason that took a giant load off of me. Although I guess the normal thing to do is to freak out when your child is about to be put on general anesthesia, I felt so relieved. I knew he wouldn't feel any pain for at least some minutes and that the surgeon would make things better for him. Time finally sped up... soon we were back in the room watching our tiny boy sleep, still connected to way too many machines but this time not wincing in pain. He spent the rest of the day mostly sleeping, which I greatly appreciated. More sleep meant less time with him dealing with his pain. At this point Joe and I had slept maybe a combination of 4 hours in the last 30, so we were both collapsing, thank God we live close to family. My mom was of course there ...

A Teeny Tiny Broken Femur

I follow an Instagram mom with three kids. Two of her kids have Down Syndrome and the sweet Instagram mainly centers on them. As I was scrolling through instagram one day I saw one of her little girls in what seemed like the worst possible predicament for a little kid: a cast that seemed to separate her legs and confine her to an immobile life. "How does she live like that? How does the mom keep her entertained? What do they do all day?" I thought about little Mateo and said a quick prayer of thankfulness that he doesn't have Hip Displasia and that we would never have to worry about that cumbersome cast. Fast forward a few months, I'm living in my own fear now, trying to make the best of it. While walking to church, my ankle gave out and unfortunately I was carrying Mateo. It happened in a split second and luckily I held on to his head and back, but somehow he still landed on his knee/thigh. Once we realized he wasn't crying because of a small scrape and he c...