Laelia Sky

Third set of casts in two weeks. At least they’re cute, short and of course PINK!

Laelia’s casts slipped. AGAIN!!! Once again I find myself heading to the emergency room at Children’s Hospital, getting redirected to the clinic casting area and getting an emergency cast removal. (Fine. I didn’t want to work today anyway. *sigh*) The pin in her left foot had come up again too. The difference this time was that Laelia’s surgeon was in the building at that moment (being followed by his posse of three other doctors) and willing to see me! Fifteen minutes later (which is like a split second in doctor time!) he was checking out her feet and giving the okay for removal of the casts. He asked the tech to try to save the pin, but then later decided that the pin was just going to keep popping out so it was removed instead of screwed back down. (So much for Daddy doing the second pin removal. *sighs again*) All over again the baby girl gave a noise like she had been shot by a gun, then came the blood… and they asked if  I  was okay!?! I was thinking, “Forget me! Just take care of the my baby!”  Well that was followed by thoughts of, “Don’t pass out don’t pass out don’t pass out don’t pass out...”  Anyway, she was then recasted in short casts without a bar to avoid future slipping. New casts. Oh joy. At least there’s no more pins in her feet!

The casting tech asked me what color I wanted for her new casts… um, is there any other color?  

Laelia screamed as soon as she saw the surgeon all the way until we were almost home. She screamed for the entire cast removal and even louder after the pin was removed and then pretty darn loud as they recasted her. She was also shaking like crazy, bright red in the face and drowning in her own sweat. She HATES this! Then she cried through the check out process, getting my parking validated, the looooooooooooooong walk back to the car on the second floor of the parking garage and most of the way home. I got all sorts of looks and stares and pointing fingers from people. That’s unusual for this little girl–I mean that’s a little over two solid hours of screaming. Laelia had a miserable time.

So we decided when we got home that the rest of the day today will henceforth be known as Laelia Day! I promised her that she could have whatever she wanted for lunch and dinner. Any snacks she wanted. Any nap time she wanted. And we’ll even watch cartoons! When we got home she demanded I read her every book we owned! That took a while. Then she wanted some time with Puppy (the name of our kitty), who just had to put up with being pinned down by me while Laelia happily tugged her fur. Now I’m all scratched up. Then Laelia got to play in my purse and she got my cell phone out and started to dial numbers. Sorry strangers! What can I do? It’s Laelia Day!

Hooray!! Happy Laelia Day!

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