This week has been all about adjusting. I think it's going to take a while.
We've had the expected drama, though it hasn't been from the kid in the giant cast.
Life is going to be a tad bit different around here for a while. I have reconciled with myself that I may never sleep more than an hour at a time until Victoria gets her casts off. I don't blame her. I can't imagine not being able to move for eight weeks. However, if I have to sing the "ABC" song a hundred times at 3 am again tonight, Victoria won't be the only one crying.
Meals are taking a much longer time than they used to. Victoria will only take fluids if I syringe them into her mouth a teaspoon at a time. All food will only be accepted on her terms and her terms are subject to change at any moment. Don't even think about putting a spoon near her mouth. For lunch, she deigned to eat a nibble of a marshmallow peep. She has kind of regressed back to her "white food" phase. Tonight she ate three fork-fuls of mac and cheese (the white cheddar kind, of course). We all did the happy dance.
Though I am mostly a homebody anyway, we are really sticking close to home now. She is just so heavy to lift into the car. We took a walk today, but when the clouds threatened rain, I panicked. I remembered the nurses repeatedly telling me not to get the casts wet. Can you imagine the embarrassment if we didn't even make it a week in the casts without Victoria getting water logged?
Baths are not fun anymore. I heaved her up on the kitchen counter today and wrapped her in huge plastic garbage bags. I hung her head over the sink and dumped an entire bottle of conditioner on her tangles. Anyone have any ideas how to keep the back of her hair from getting so matted?
There are already benefits of having Victoria's hips in their sockets. We can finally cuddle and use the Ergo. Probably we can use it for more than two minutes once the 50 pounds of plaster and fiberglass come off. Definitely something to look forward to!