Kate a little while after her fall on 9/15--there wasn't any swelling that would indicate a fracture, but you can see her little bruised knee. I snuggled with her on the bed, and as long as she was close to me and her leg was still, she was calm. What a sweet little baby.
The Cast. Called a spica cast, it covered her entire left leg, wrapped around her middle just past her ribs, and went halfway down her right leg. The bar is for convenience in lifting and manipulating her. There was a (too small) opening under that (enormous) diaper. The whole ensemble weighed about ten pounds, practically doubling Kate's weight. Because the cast went up so high, she couldn't sit up or bend at the waist, so we couldn't (safely) put her in her car seat.
So we were pretty much home bound, Kate and I. Lucky for me, Kate is a champ. She was her normal smiley, chipper, pleasant self within a couple of days.
I did get cabin fever sometimes, but we were blessed with wonderful friends and family who were incredibly helpful and supportive. I got at least one call or text a day asking if I needed anything from the store, I had people bring over lunch or dinner, lend us movies, watch Kate so Jay and I could get things done, drop by to visit, invite us to places in walking distance, even send flowers (thanks, Katie!). I was very overwhelmed and very thankful. Thanks also to my mom and sister who each came out to stay for a night so Jay and I could do the things we needed to. Thanks to Jay's Aunt Marlene who watched Kate and brought a beanbag she'd purchased on behalf of Jay's Aunt Linda so Kate didn't have to lie flat all the time.
It was a difficult time--especially that first week--and I felt incredibly blessed and cared for. Thanks to all of you for your thoughts and prayers.
The cast was only on for a day shy of three weeks, but it felt like so much longer.When the cast did come off, it took a couple days to remember how to lift and hold my baby. She is so light and portable now. Before the cast, she was just learning to sit up and was rolling all over the place; she regained her sitting skills pretty quickly, but she's only just now (three weeks later) starting to roll like she used to. Thankfully, she's had no pain. It took a few days to get her "standing muscles" back, but now she's great.
If I were a cool mom, or maybe if Kate had the cast on longer, I would have had all her fans sign it and taken all kinds of rad-looking pictures. In the end, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I think it was just too hard for me--too sad--to try and turn it into something fun. I did force myself to take a few pictures, and I tried to make the best of the situation.
But when the day finally came to remove her cast, I was thrilled and nervous at the same time. Kate screamed and hyperventilated and shook in terror as the tech sawed through her cast, then cracked it open. I lifted my suddenly light and tiny baby out of her shell and held her to me, her legs curled against my chest.
The tech held up the two halves of Kate's cast, luridly pink with its cottony interior and bits of moleskin still clinging to it. "Would you like to keep this?" she asked.
"Absolutely not," I said.