Another Long, Hot Summer

The good news is that her bone has healed fine. She's back to her stand-up/sit-down games, though she's still scared of the slide. The bad news?

Let me preface this by saying no doctor is ever allowed to start out saying, "I'm really worried about this" in regard to anything about Peanut ever again. Ever ever ever.

What he's worried about is that in one of her x-rays, the ball of the femur appears to not be in the right place (in the hip that was repaired). In one of them it looks fine. So he said that since she needs the plates out of her leg anyway, why don't we just schedule that surgery as soon as possible, and they'll go in with some dye to get a better look? If it is out of place, we have to do the hip surgery all over again.

So there are a lot of "ifs" here. And the pin removal, the one surgery we know is coming, will not require a cast--just some stitches and only showers for a week, with full healing in three weeks. But the pain in my shoulder helps remind me of the stress of the last one, and never putting her under general anesthesia again would still be too soon. In this case, it will be sometime in early June.

In the waiting room today, for the first time there were other kids that were there with what were obviously congenital conditions, not just the torn ACLs and broken wrists that we usually see. First was Austin, a boy around one with a blue body cast on after a hip reduction. He was there to get it off, which his mother pointed out was not a moment too soon, as he smelled pretty awful. Then there was Maria. Maria came over and introduced herself and her little brother, informed me that she was four, and invited me to get down on the floor and play with her while Peanut was getting x-rayed. Maria was wearing a halo, and her useless legs were bent up at the knees. She asked to be put on the floor from her wheelchair to play, and was as cheerful and happy a child as I have seen, truly delightful. She loved Peanut, and kept complimenting her pigtails, stroking them and rubbing her back and asking about her stuffed rabbit. She was a breath of fresh air in a place that has lately become a waiting room of my nightmares. I know I am not the only parent that needs a reminder that the main focus is having a happy, functional kid, so it is too bad Maria can't go around giving us a metaphoric slap upside the head.