We are home from Philadelphia. Again. It's amazing how such a short trip can pack such a wallop. Victoria is getting to be quite the little traveler. Give her a cup of ice and she is a happy camper. Did I mention that she learned how to throw things on this trip? The only thing she doesn't like is when the plane takes-off. Then, she wants me to hold her head with my hands. It is really quite sweet. She wraps her arms in a tight grip around my hand until she is sure we are safely in the air. I don't understand why the airline put us in the back of the plane despite my request. I guess they figured carrying a 40 pound child in a cast (who can't fit through the aisle) all the way to the back of the plane makes total sense! I should be grateful though, because at first, they didn't even have us seated together.
The highlight of our trip is always getting to hang out with my dear friend, Catherine and her family. We can have fun, even when it's not fun.
They are just like family to me!
Victoria really lives the high life at their house!
Here we are waiting to find out when surgery is going to be. First, they said 9 am, then it was noon. Poor Victoria ended up waiting 17 hours until she was able to eat! I was supposed to wait for permission from the nurse, but I finally just snuck her a Pedisure. Don't mess with a momma!
Look at her sad little face. She definitely remembered where we were!
She got the cast and pins taken off her right hand. I foolishly thought she would be able to use her hand immediately, but not so. She doesn't even want to look at her hand or have anyone touch it yet. I am sure it is very sore, since they had to break her thumb and re-position it. I am just not sure that the surgery was worth it. Part of me feels like I just want to stop trying to "fix" her. I want her to be able to enjoy her life.
Victoria was really thrilled when she got the news that she would be wearing a splint for three weeks.
At least her cast matches her toenail polish.
We ended up not having to stay over-night at the hospital. Catherine, Victoria and I did the first logical thing that people do after surgery. We went for pizza downtown. We were in a kind of a rough area, but everyone was really nice. Even the toughest looking people have a soft spot for a kid in a spica cast.
Victoria is back to not sleeping. Yea.
How do you all like the colors? She is so neon, she may glow in the dark.
I can't really tell if her legs are spread more widely apart than they were before. What do you all think? She will have the casts removed in three weeks and then she will wear a brace for three months. Guess what? Victoria gets her casts off at exactly the same time we will begin doing the dressings on Francesca's hands three times a day. Oh boy. I gotta go do some deep, calming breaths now.