Doomsday

Went in to today's appointment thinking it was going to go well. When they took us to a room instead of the cast room my heart sank. I knew the cast wasn't coming off today. Knew it. And I started getting angry. My baby girl's feet are turning purple every time she is up right. My mommy gut clawed the drs eyes out multiple times during our talk.

Her hip socket is still too shallow. So she needs a second cast. Fine. Ok. In two weeks.. The wheels came screeching to a stop. I wanted to scream at this dr. I said no multiple times. I stressed that her feet are starting to scare me.. he left to leave the scheduler to come in.

I cried. Not because a second cast is going on. Kinda because my daughter very well may be celebrating her 1st birthday in a stupid cast.  And kinda because my baby will probably roll over for the first time after her 1st birthday.  Heartbreaking. I was mostly crying because I couldn't see her feet purple for another two freaking weeks.

In comes the scheduler. She said we have two options. One - a squeeze in on Thursday. I, again, came to a halt. I asked what time then immediately said yes no matter the time. So 730 on Thursday morning we check in. They'll put her under and remove the cast. Then inject her hip with dye, manipulate it around a bit, then recast. Although the P.A. said there is a small chance after the dye and manipulating they might choose a brace. My hopes aren't there. I'm ok with a second cast. I wasn't ok waiting 2 weeks to get it.

So. I also asked what happens if this next cast doesn't help either. That's when they go in and cut a part of her hip and form the socket. So, a third cast and pins. Lovely. :/

Ready for Thursday to be done and over.  Ready for the cast to be behind us.  Ready for my daughter to walk, crawl, scoot, hell just sit up or roll over.

I believe a spica table is in our near future as well.