The Last of the Cast

Celebrate good times, come on! After 6 weeks, the cast is off, and we are in full rehabilitation mode.

We went to the doctor January 20 for x-rays. We were hopeful all would be healed, and our prayers were answered 'yes' to get off the cast. Hallelujah!

 

This is how he started every night. We tucked him into bed, and he would scream until we got him. He would lay in our bed until he could fall asleep. We did love the sweet cuddles :o)

 

 

The last few weeks of the cast Mac was REALLY over it all. He was impatient, tired of everything he had been doing and pretty grumpy. It's like the first couple weeks he was adjusting, we hit kind of a plateau for a few days, then it was back downhill as he was completely ready to be independent of the cast. We all were ready for this day to learn what our next step would be.

 

 I took pictures of his cast signatures just in case it would be cut to pieces.

 

 

 The spot on LS' name is where he ventured out the last week of the cast. He started asking to crawl and would pull himself around with his arms. He loved his newfound independence, but it wore him out quickly. We would take turns crawling around with him to motivate his movement. Even Paisley got in on the fun :o)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 Waiting to see the orthopedist!

 

 

 Now waiting to get to business and cut off the cast. It was definitely scary for Mac, but this was so temporary for the long term result.

I was fortunate to be at this appointment because Nana was at home with LS and Paisley.

Thanks, Nana!

 

 

 Let's go home!!

 

 

 First things first... bath time! He had been asking to get in the bath for 2 weeks.

 

 

Back in gingham!

 

 

 After nap we went to a neighbor's playground where Mac could swing.

 

 

I wasn't sure where Mac would be (physically) after getting off the cast. He has been timid and very cautious of any movement. The best thing we did was put him in the bath (twice!) the first couple of days. He would freely move his legs there. Outside of the bath, he often sits like the cast is still on. We were told he would be his own best therapy.

He isn't pushing himself to try new things just yet. He is scooting on the floor. After the first few days he has started pulling himself up, and that lasts a few minutes before his legs start to shake. We are on the mend, my friends.

I have signed him up for aquatic therapy to strengthen his muscles. We start next week! His legs are pretty skinny now from the muscle atrophy. He lost 12 pounds. :o( 

His appetite is still scarce, but we are working on it. This boy can have whatever he wants to eat!

Thank you for following this journey.

We go back to the doctor February 17 and will update as we can.

 

as always,

ashley