I am pleased to report that as I write this we are more than halfway through the hip spica cast journey for Daisy's left hip. Yahoo! We've survived 28 days so far, everyone is still alive and Nick and I are still willingly married to each other.
This past Friday, Daisy went in for the procedure to remove the pin holding her femur and (very small) hip socket together. After the pin was removed, Daisy was re-cast and went in for an MRI to ensure that the hip stayed in place - and it did! The surgeon was pleased with what he saw on the MRI and felt things in her hip area had progressed as well as they could have in the four weeks with the pin - now we wait.
Daisy will be in this cast for another four weeks (less than we originally thought!) followed by two in a brace and then we are HOME FREE (!!!) until the fall when the surgeon will measure the success of the intervention with another MRI. If the left hip has been a success, we will repeat the whole endeavor for her right side.
Friday was tough - Daisy came out of the OR fighting. When her anesthesia wore off and she woke to find an IV in her hand and her arm in a cast (to prevent her from pulling out the IV), she was absolutely furious. Our tiny girl spent a good thirty minutes thrashing, screaming and crying at the top of her lungs and hitting herself before I begged the nurse to remove the IV. I continue to learn throughout this journey to trust my own instincts - I watched her heart rate set off alerts as she fought the process and I listened to her scream through a throat that was audibly raw from the tubes forced down it - and none of it felt right. As soon as the IV was out, I took her out of bed and held her to me and she immediately calmed and fell asleep.
Thankfully, my mom was here last week through the Friday procedure and as always she was a tremendous help and a rock of stability for all of us. She always knows just what to do and say to keep everyone in good spirits throughout our time in the hospital. I don't know what we would've done without her or the rest of our families over the past few months but we are endlessly grateful for their support and time.
Since coming home things have been still hard but we're getting by. The hardest part of all this has been the confluence of my pregnancy and Daisy needing me most physically. At 36 weeks pregnant, my belly is enormous and there's not really any room for Daisy in my lap. I am physically exhausted and lifting her heavy body with the even heavier cast is a major strain on my back. Her cast is solidly molded in a certain shape that doesn't really fit around my hips or my belly so carrying her is a tricky balancing act of not being able to see my feet or where I'm going. I want so much for us to be physically close and that affection seems to be what calms her down the most but it's really hard to achieve right now!
Our new nanny started yesterday and she seems to be a great fit - she runs a tight ship and we need that right now. We are still focusing our evenings on spending time outside as a family and Daisy is most in her element when we're all together, reading stories or playing with bubbles.
Despite all that is happening in our lives, we are focusing as much as we can on the things we are grateful for:
Our families. Not everyone is blessed with the kind of family who is willing to drop everything and mobilize when you need them. Nick and I are also not great at asking for help or recognizing when we need it but our parents always know and they show up however they can. Every time. Big things and little things. My mom spent a dozen hours in our yard on her hands and knees bringing our garden to life because I couldn't. My Dad sent a crew of amazing ladies to clean our house top-to-bottom before the baby came. Nick's mom cooked us about 40 delicious, healthy and thoughtful meals while she was here. If I were to make a list of everything our families did to help us these last two months, it would qualify as a novella. Suffice it to say we are really, really lucky.
Our friends. You have brought me to tears on a near-daily basis with your gestures of love, thoughtful selection of creative activities, generous gifts, kind letters, meals, holy water from Lourdes and powder from the Blessed Mother's breastmilk (!), gift certificates, beautiful cards drawn by your children - I have never felt so loved in all my life. Guys, one of my best friends from high school SENT MOANA TO OUR HOUSE this past weekend. Do we know the most amazing and creative people or what?!?!?
Our house. Moving here was a bit of a gamble. The taxes are really high, we didn't know anyone who lived here, the house is old and in need of some work. With all that said, we landed exactly where we needed to be. The yard and gardens are giving us so much joy. We have enough bedrooms and bathrooms to accommodate all our visiting family members. The giant front porch. The sunny chef's kitchen (even if it is peach, ick). The way the sunshine streams through the windows. We are home.
Each other. Readers of this blog are probably sick of me talking about how grateful I am for my partnership with Nick but it means everything during times like this. And Daisy, sweet Daisy: as strong-willed and difficult as she is right now, she is still the most loving, enchanting little person I have ever known and she is worth every challenging moment.
Counting our blessings and counting the days until Daisy gets some freedom and Ella joins us! Not long now ♥