Off with the cast!

After six long weeks, Owen got his spica cast taken off today! I don't know who was more thrilled, him or me. He was glad to be able to scratch some very itchy skin and the first thing he wanted to do was take a bath. I am so happy to see him without the cast. Also, he is about 12 ponds lighter.

His X-rays looked great. He has done a lot of healing in the past 6 weeks. The flex nails in his femur should be enough reinforcement to prevent another break. However, since we haven't been able to count on what *should* happen, he is back in his abduction brace and non-weight baring for another three weeks. The great thing about this brace is that it helps to support his leg but can be taken off for bathing or swimming. The boy will get to enjoy the rest of his summer!

Just after the cast came off.

Another break

On May 15 Owen had the plate removed from his femur. He was in a brace and using his walker. On May 20 he took a misstep at school and broke his femur again. I got a call from the school and rushed to get there. He was laying on a bench crying with his leg at an angle such that I had little doubt that it was broken. I took him to urgent care for an X-ray to confirm my fear. Sure enough, his femur had broken right at one of the screw holes from the plate. I called the orthopedist and we headed to meet her at her office. That night he had emergency surgery to place two flexible nails inside of his femur. He is also in a half spica cast, which will be removed on Friday. We are really counting on those nails! He will also be going back into his brace. 

As always, he has been such a trooper. He never complains. He can't walk, play, swim etc. It is hot here in NC and surely even hotter in a spica cast. Still, he is taking it all so well. I am so in awe of his bravery and am so proud of him.

Saying Goodbye

My grandma passed away on June 10. She had congestive heart failure. We were driving up to visit her that day and she died probably about an hour and a half before we arrived. I was very sad that we didn't get a chance for one last goodbye, but apparently it was not meant to be that way. 

She got sick and went to the hospital on New Years Eve while visiting us. When she was released from the hospital she had to stay at my mom's house for about a month. It gave us all a chance to be close to her and spend time with her, and is a time I will never forget.

I miss her every single day, but am so thankfully that she didn't suffer, instead drifted away in her sleep. I love you Lala!