The right pin came out and the right foot was recasted in red.

I was going to spend this evening doing laundry, but since my dryer is on fire I guess I’ll blog. (My apartment manager better replace it this time! His “fixes” don’t work!)

I took the day off to take Laelia to Children’s Hospital to get her casts adjusted (they are the emergency room casts so they are not to the doctors specifications and needed the tops sawed down), and get the pin out of her right foot. Four doctors consulted in our small waiting room. They were going over what their new plan would be for Laelia’s lower half. They are going to leave the emergency casts on for two more weeks and then replace them with “short casts” since she doesn’t walk or stand, something they had to ask me about (this is the doctor who told me she never would, but he forgot apparently). :-/  There was a problem because the original casts had an X in pen over where they would pull the pin out. So they forgot which side they were doing. And after consulting between the four of them for a while I piped up and said, “Um… right side, guys.” One of them smiled at me and said, “Oh yeah we could always ask Mom.” But the head guy needed to see something in writing before he would go ahead on my say so. But it worked out.

They don’t put kids under a local to pull a two and a half inch metal pin straight out of their bones and out their skin. Laelia’s eyes lit up in shock, then she screamed. After the pin was all the way removed, a fountain of blood gurgled up behind it. I felt faint. Daddy is definitely taking her next time.

The left pin is scheduled to be removed and the casts changed on October 29th at 8:15 AM. (Which means more like 11:00 AM after waiting at the hospital all day.)

Left Side’s Pin

Oh and one guy told me that it doesn’t hurt that bad… Does he realize that all I wanted to do after he said that was to stick a medal pin in his foot and pull it out again? He may have recognized the look on my face because he quickly changed the subject. :) Other than that statement, he was my favorite doctor that day. He made Laelia laugh a lot. She’s my little flirt.

Oh and I’m VERY curious who taught my daughter the word, dude.  She’s been chillin’ in the waiting room and telling the nurses, “dooooooode.”  I’m trying to teach her, “S’up?”

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