See you in six months!

It doesn’t matter how ready I am or how many business cards I hand out explaining  Laelia’s condition, people will still look at a girl in full leg casts and ask how  we broke both her legs. And that’s if they’re nice. Most whisper in vicious tones to each other loud enough for us to hear as we stroll past. On our way back from our surgery trip last month a flight attendant guy asked, “How did you guys end up  doing both legs?!!” I guess he was pointing out it would be hard for a four year old to do it alone and her parents must have helped push her off the cliff. Most just say, “Poor thing,” as they walk past. I hate that most.

But I found the best way to avoid all the drama and have some great laughs and conversations. I simply wrote “skydiving accident” on her shirt.

I got lots of laughs and lots of random people coming up to us saying they liked her shirt. Only one lady actually asked me, “Was she really in a skydiving accident?!!” It was great. :) After the shared laugh I would just say, “She has an orthopedic condition,” and it was enough. No more strangers’ nasty comments, and even  the shared whispers behind our backs were light-hearted. My favorite: the “poor little thing” people added, “skydiving is rough for anyone.”   :)

Sunday everything went wrong that could have gone wrong. We got to the airport and realized we only had parts of Laelia’s wheelchair. Charley did a mad dash back home as we checked into our flight. They held  the plane  for us. We made it with one minute to spare. It was super stressful and wouldn’t be the end of the stress. In every flight we had that day we displaced someone from their seat who was not happy with us. We had no idea that because of Laelia’s casted, unbendable legs we were required to put her in a window seat in case of emergency. No one likes to give up the window seat  we came to find out. One guy refused to talk to us even when I was thanking him for moving and offering him my free television. (Later he paid for  Laelia’s milk we found out. Apparently  he got over it!)  We landed and ran to our next plane. We boarded quickly and then sat on it for over an hour and a half as they did maintenance. The power went out and it was a little scary. Finally we were up in the air, but some people would miss their connecting flights including us. (Remember these trips are three plane affairs for us.)

During the second flight Laelia announces that she has to go potty. Of course if the plane had left on time she wouldn’t have had to go on the plane in full leg casts. I gently carried her in there, but her legs were hanging off the potty and we both didn’t fit and I bumped her head and her right leg. And she ended up being in pain and screaming for a solid twenty minutes, holding up the line. She didn’t even go potty. Lots of angry looks later we landed. The flight attendent told me that if I missed our window to get to the RMDH that maybe the airline would put us up in Milwakee. I explained that then I would miss her doctor’s appointment.  I got in the line to learn my fate and  was standing behind a family who was put on flights to Philly that would arrive at 10:30 pm. They were told they were lucky since it was the last flight they could book. My stomach was in knots because if we arrived that late we couldn’t stay at the RMDH.

(Oh speaking of the RMDH I called during this time to make sure we had a room and was told we were not on the list! Lots of stressing later they ended up finding us a place to stay, but only if we arrived by 8:00pm! Now it looked like we wouldn’t make it there!)

Well it turned out they had room on a plane for two people but it took off in 30 minutes and was with a different airline! We had to run out of the airport and then re-enter with US Airlines and do security all over again. (Where they separated me from my daughter, which made me crazy and I complained loudly until we were reunited. Not cool TSA.) We barely made that flight before the doors closed. And then we sat there as it turned out the plane was covered in ice. (I nervously counted every minute.) They sprayed it down for a while before we could get out of there. I called RMDH when we landed and said we would arrive after they closed. They said they would wait 30 minutes longer (until 8:30) only because they had a volunteer willing to wait. But they just could not wait any longer than that. Of course we exited the plane and discovered that Laelia’s wheelchair was missing. (Of course.)  We were the only ones on the plane with the cleaning crew before they found it and brought it up to us. Then we raced to get our luggage only to discover it was lost. (Not joking.) Not just left behind, but not in their system. I explained that we had been on three different airplanes and two different airlines today and they explained that it would be a miracle to get us our luggage. That’s when it hit me, besides all of our clothes and coats and toiletries, Laelia’s medication is in that bag! Ugh. So we filled out our paperwork for missing luggage and raced to the shuttles for Thrifty Car Rental.

The shuttle didn’t show up and the security guard hadn’t seen it in a while so he  suggested we take a taxi over to the rental place. Just as we were about to do that he comes running after us to tell us the shuttle finally came. We made it to the rental car place, but they left us on the shuttle! (I’m still not joking.)  The guy driving got out to help some VIP members get settled and didn’t come back. I couldn’t operate the wheelchair lift myself and kept waving that we were on the shuttle and no one came back. I got on the intercom equipment but couldn’t figure out how that worked either. Just as I was about to start honking the horn wildly the driver came back. No word. No apology. Just worked the equipment as I stood there in tears. We ran in the building to a long line. Oh no. RMDH had just closed for the night, but we still had that 30 minutes they offered us.  I cut in line and asked to speak to a manager. (I knew three managers’ names and was ready to demand them ALL in a minute.)  He helped us get our rental car  since we already had a reservation. Then when we got out there our rental car seat was too small, not in there properly and would not adjust easily. And it was against the law for him to help me with it.  I fought and silently  cussed at it in the cold as Laelia (as she’d been doing this entire trip) whined. I looked at her and said (I thought very calmly), “Not another sound Laelia.” Then  I finally got it in there, adjusted it  and  put Laelia in there when  the ridiculous harness pinched her. The thing was total and complete crap. Then I raced to the RMDH. Half way there my daughter asks, “Can I talk again now?” I had forgotten I said that! What a good girl she is! I was stressed out of my head, but managed to sing Old McDonald Had a Farm the rest of the way there with her as she laughed. (And on his farm he had a bridge! Bridge?!! Hahahaha!)  We arrived at 8:31pm.

Now they didn’t have to let us in the building. They have a strict rule we were breaking by coming so late. There were security issues involved here. But they saw how broken we were and how tired (and heard about everything that happened) and  in their way the RMDH made it all better. Laelia had a rough day, but they handed her the most gorgeous Ariel the Little Mermaid doll in the world. It’s part of a wonderful  collection we had seen in Disneyland and we wanted one so much!  She cuddled and kissed it and was the happiest little child ever. (“This is the best day ever,  Mama!”) We checked in and had our first real meal  of  the day. It took a while to calm down from all of that, plus we had to get toothbrushes, a pair of pants for Laelia for after cast removal the next day  as well as other things (like a ton of Pull Ups). We finally got down at midnight.

Laelia also developed a sty on her right eye. Ugh.

At 2:00 am we heard pounding on our door. I quickly got dressed (through the pounding) and answered. They had our luggage, but I had to get all the way dressed and go down the elevator and  outside in the cold to sign for it. I grabbed shoes and with no coat  ran to sign for my bag. So we were now fully awake. I  had Laelia’s medicine that I put in her cup and was thankful at least that I could shower and put on clean clothes. (What I shouldn’t have done is dig through my suitcase so messily. That would come back to bite me later.)

Our appointment was at 10:30am, but we probably only got four hours of sleep (and not in a row) after a long, stressful day/night. We ended up waiting for five hours to see the doctor. We fell asleep on the table waiting for the KAFOs to be adjusted. We got out of there at 6:30pm and missed dinner at RMDH where we were hoping to meet up with more AMC families. (There were about ten other families with AMC there. Just further proof that this is AMC mecca. It’s so wonderful to see all these kids through the years. I now believe completely that every child with AMC, no matter how affected will achieve ambulation!) We went straight to Rite Aid to get Laelia’s pain prescription, but they had trouble with our insurance card.  We got back to the house around 8:00pm when I discovered that they had NOT included a doser for measuring out the 7.5 milliliters.  A RMDH volunteer went out to the store and bought one for us while we ate leftovers from the meal. She refused to tell me the cost. It took over twenty minutes to get Laelia to take her darn medicine, but once in her I could tell things were going to get better.

When we got back up to our room it was  clear someone had been in our room because I only locked the deadbolt before we left and now the door handle was locked. I walked in to find  a notice that said there  had been an inspection and  I needed to clean up my room.  I felt completely violated. I wanted to crawl into bed, but Laelia had just had her casts removed (which she screamed through) and needed a real bath after  a month. I put her in the tub and she soaked while I cleaned up the room, most of which were things I had thrown out of my suitcase to run out the door. We had to refill the tub and clean out the dead skin four different times. I gently rubbed her legs over the scars and sensitive skin until my back could not lean over that bathtub anymore. Then once she was out I scrubbed the whole tub. We fell into bed around 11:00pm. I couldn’t breathe and my throat was sore. It was official; I was getting sick. My back was also pretty sore. Laelia told me she was sorry I felt bad. This child had just come out of casts and her legs were throbbing, but she was being empathetic. She’s a sweet little soul. She cuddled up with Ariel and tried to sleep for about an hour before I let her watch Snow White instead.

They weren’t able to do all the work on her braces on Monday so now Tuesday they had to have us back in. No problem we’d just stop by before or after our scheduled PT appointment. “What PT appointment?” I was asked.  That’s right, scheduling had forgotten to put us in the schedule. (Mariann was on jury duty we found out later so couldn’t fix it.) Without PT we couldn’t measure and work out the lift for Laelia’s shoe that we needed because of her pronounced leg difference now that her legs were straighter. Plus we couldn’t come back a different day because we  would fly  out the next day! It was a mess. I had to wake up early to call the hospital and then they called me back to come in. When we got in, the front desk/security people didn’t know we had an appointment and it took forty minutes to convince them to let us up. We were late for the appointment. We raced through it. Oh and before any of this on our way from the  parking garage to the main floor of the hospital the elevator started to shake violently. I thought, “Just great. Philly is finally going to kill us.”

During our long wait I started chatting up the front desk lady. I asked  if she had people pointing out the error in the artwork above her head all the time. I guess not!  I notice this like every time! Anyone else? (I had to get Laelia’s crutches out to show her how they work.)

Notice the pediatric crutches?

He’s gripping invisible hand grips. Nothing is holding this boy up!

When we finally saw the doctor that we do all this to see we  talking about his newborn and my adoption and conference and fun things. Finally  he said, “I guess I’ll see you in six months. Or whenever you can work out getting both your  kids  here.” Now if you don’t know  our history, our journey with Laelia started out with every doctor saying there was nothing they could do and finishing up our disappointing visits with, “See you in six months.” I have hated, “See you in six months,” for that very reason. But when  Dr.  van Bosse said that, it was because Laelia was walking and looking great. He said that because he had fixed Laelia’s legs. A few degrees in the knees would be smoothed out as the 8 plates did their job, but she was within ten degrees and looking beautiful! She was  ambulatory!

I refrained from hugging him and sobbing. For the first time in my daughter’s life I was  thrilled to hear, “See you in six months.” (Plus I would not mind avoiding Philadelphia for a while…)

Notice the leg difference and the white lift on her shoe?

Straight legs, feet and hips.

The legs, feet and hips she was born with.

We got  home late last night. I have had  a nose bleed off and on for  the last 24 hours.  I’m also  battling a cold. Laelia wet through her Pull Up and her  pants and onto the plane seat on our second flight yesterday. Without a change of pants I just sat her on papertowels for the flight to Denver. Then it turned out we had no time between flights. We landed at 5:50 and the next flight boarded at 5:30. Really?!!! We got off the plane twenty minutes late for the next! We had to fly home in the same wet pants because of that. Then my husband showed up in a clown car (aka his VW Beetle) because he forgot he would need my car to fit everything. But we did finally fit everything including Laelia’s wheelchair, our luggage and ourselves.  (The VW Beetle is a stupid car.)  A security personel yelled at us for taking so long. Finally we were about to take off and Laelia says in her sing-song voice, “Um, I think you’re forgetting something…” We hadn’t buckled her into her car seat.  We laughed the whole way home.  It’s been a looooooooong three days. Thankfully it was so insane that it was bearable. I think if   just a few of those bad things had happened then I would be livid, but so many things happened that I had to just laugh and  treat it like some divine test. We made it. We survived. And now we gear up for Charley’s surgery. At least his is right down the street. I’m hoping we’re all healthy by then.

 

10 Responses to “See you in six months!”

  1. abby Snyder says:

    Oh Alexis! What a rough trip! I can’t imagine how stressful that was! You’re an amazing mom! I’m SO glad to hear that Laelia is doing well! Praise God!

  2. Anonymous says:

    YOU POOR THINGS!!!!! I’m so sorry everything went wrong. But her legs look wonderful!! And the Ariel doll was totally worth it, right?? :)

  3. Sue Peppers says:

    I promise…you WILL look back on these times and say, “HOW DID WE LIVE THROUGH THAT?” By the Grace of God only!!! Never worry about your later years, looking back and wondering if you were a good mom, a great wife, an adequate advocate and a faithful follower of the Lord. You have been all of that…and your reward is right here, every day as you watch this beautiful little girl grow into an amazing young woman. She is touched by angels, and it started with being assigned to you and Charley as loving parents.

  4. Kristin says:

    glad you all don’t have to go back for 6 months… sorry the trip was so rough and good luck with Charley’s surgery and glad you could laugh about it :)…

  5. Kiersten says:

    Oh my – that sounded dreadful, but I understand, even with all the stress, that it is the outcome that is the most important part. Way to stay strong and get through it – your whole family are rock stars!!! Welcome home!
    xoxo

  6. Derek says:

    It’s not just you….I notice that kid has the super-coolest invisible-handled walking sticks every time too!

    Welcome home, supermom.

  7. Robin Clark says:

    Oh my goodness! I was holding my breath while reading most of this! Bless you for enduring the multiple comedy of errors…..in retrospect. Laelia’s legs are just gorgeously beautiful now! So glad you made it home safely. Prayers for you all.

  8. Joyce Thomas says:

    I am speechless but I know the Lord was there helping you all the way.
    God Bless you all and prayers that life will be sunshine and lollypops from now on.

  9. Danielle Cervantes Stephens says:

    Praise God for the good news, respite from Philly and you being on the mend. Give my best wishes to Charles as he prepares for his surgery.

    All the best,
    Danielle

  10. sally says:

    That sounds awful and stressed me out while reading it. It is exactly why I don’t like staying at that RMH. I will avoid it at all costs!!! They create more stress in usually already stressful situations.

    Glad you got the six month visit!

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