Cast Off

After four weeks and one day, the cast has come off. We'd been counting down the days and getting all fired up for its removal. But before going to the doctor, we had to get a shot of the cast and the crawling that Cally was able to do with the eight pound monstrosity (keep in mind that she only weighs 24 pounds).


The removal went really well. Cally seemed pretty excited to get this thing off:



The loud "saw" made her a little concerned:

But she didn't shed a tear through the entire 25 minutes that it took to get this beast off:




However, as we had been warned to expect, she was really freaked out when it came off. She needed to be held and clung to us like velcro. When we got home, she wanted to be carried and didn't even want to try walking. Our cheerful, fun loving gal was a mess. She didn't want to take a bath (which NEEDED to happen given the skin collection on her legs), didn't want to eat much, and definitely didn't want to use her leg. There was nothing we could do to ease her through the transition back to life without the cast. She said her leg didn't hurt, but I imagine it just felt strange.

24 hours later, Cal was standing, cracking jokes, and learning to walk again. We pulled out the walker wagon from the attic and got back to basics. She wanted to have nothing to do with crawling (which the doctor said she'd probably do for a week) and she was ready to put the feet down and walk. She's still got a ways to go, but she's getting there and she has the will, so she'll find a way to get back running again soon.




Update: This morning, we woke up to a little girl who had walked from her bedroom to our bedside. She's one determined girl.