Cast Off

     Will's cast is off!  I am so glad!  While I am glad that it was on to protect his leg, I have missed being able to squeeze his cute, fleshy leg.  I didn't like the cast!  I could tell that he was hot and miserable with it on.  And I was really excited for him to be able to take a bath again.  He loves to splash and play in the water!  On the flip side, I can't deny that his foot is really gone.  I miss it.   A lot.
   We went to our appointment to get his cast off and I think both Mike and I were more excited than nervous.  I was so relieved that his cast had never fallen off beforehand and having seen the picture of his leg from the dressing change I felt prepared to see his leg without his funky foot.  The wait to see the doctor took forever, but then when the doctor came in everything happened really fast.  Boy, his leg was so protected in that cast!  She did an awesome job of bandaging his leg and protecting it- no wonder he never seemed to be bothered when he put weight on his leg!  While taking the cast off, she stopped probably 3 times to make sure Mike and I were okay.  It was like she was unveiling the next stage of our lives.  It was okay.  I didn't really think about what was happening because I was just happy for his leg to breath again and to not have to be in that cast anymore.  His incision still had to be covered and protected so she showed us how to bandage it and then cover it with a special sock to keep swelling down.  Then that was it!  We could go home!

     We could tell that he liked having that cast off.  We put him on the floor and he was off and crawling!  When he got to the kitchen floor he tried banging his leg on the floor like he would do with the cast.  Bad idea, buddy.  That hurt.  I think he did that with the cast because maybe the vibrations would help "itch" his leg.  Well, he doesn't do that anymore!  We can't go swimming yet, but he can take a bath for a few minutes at a time.  Not what we were hoping for, but we'll take it!
     The next morning is when I got hit by the emotional tornado.  I went to the gym and just cried in the theater room while on an elliptical machine.  (That's not exactly new for me- I am the crazy crying lady at the gym.  I admit it.)  I made it home and just had to sit on my porch and cry some more before I could go in my house and be the mom my sons need me to be.  I am by no means a perfect mom, but I am trying to be what each son needs me to be.  You moms know- it's hard.  Sometimes it's still hard to be brave...