After a long wait, we were greeted in the hall on the way back to our room by Dr. M. She always treats Ryan like a rock star. She indicated we were removing the cast and I felt a small surge of panic. Oh, my! We were originally told 6-8 weeks, but since we're really good at following directions and he won't be weight bearing, she felt he could be out at 4. That's just 2 weeks post-op. I'm a bit nervous about it but she assures me it would take deliberate attempts to mess it up. Okay, I trust her.
So the cast tech gave Ryan these cool headphones to wear so he wouldn't be bothered by the noise. (Since he didn't have in his hearing aids, I don't think the noise would have bothered him anyway.) He looks awesome, right?
Then the sawed through the cast...
.... and pried it open.
Dr. M was right the inside of Ryan's casts are really clean. Excuse me while I pat myself on the back for that.
Then he cut through the thick layers of foam and lining. The top part was pretty easy to remove. Unfortunately, it wasn't as easy for the bottom piece. It was very awkward and difficult to get the bottom piece out from under him.
I thought Ryan would be thrilled to get the cast off, but once we really started removing enough pieces to wear his legs were no longer in the supported angled position, he cried. And cried. And cried. Apparently, all the kids do. I wish I had known.
(This is the hip incision that was done two weeks ago. It's healing really nicely.)
Remember the purple triangle thing from the hospital? Well, it was trimmed down to fit him and we're now to use it pretty much anytime he's sitting in his chair or lying down etc. He doesn't have to have it all the time, but it will help support him and help with proper positioning of his legs for him to finish his recovery.
After Dr. M put it on him, she moved him to the chair for me. He cried more. It was hard to tell whether he was crying because he was nervous about the movement or if he was in pain. But, once we got him into the chair, he calmed (as long as we didn't go over any bumps).
Unfortunately, I had to lift him out of his chair and put him in his car seat. He cried and cried, and this time I could tell it was a pain cried. This was one of those moments when I really wish we had a wheelchair accessible van. It sure would have made it less painful for Ryan.
After crying for the entire drive from downtown, I got him settled into bed and gave him pain meds. He slept for most of the day. Tonight as he's been waking, he's required more suctioning than normal, which is confirmation that he's struggling a bit physically. So, I think I'll keep him comfortable with the pain meds tonight. I thought diaper changes would be back to normal out of the spica cast, but I think it's going to take a couple more weeks.
Well, I'm grateful to be this far in the journey. Another month will go just as fast, right? Please pray that his healing will go well and that he'll be stronger when this is done. And, if you don't mind, say a little prayer for me, too.