week of the Spica cast... a.k.a. hell week!

One may have heard the term "hell week" before. Might have been in reference to the first week of Army boot camp, or maybe the week of Rushing for some swanky fraternity, but in our case, it was the past 8 days of our lives. This awful cast that Will had to endure was the worst. It was big, bulky, heavy and just plain awkward. Will wasn't fan, and neither were we. Especially since the whole thing was a total bust, epic failure, all for not experience!

Here he is sleeping, looking rather uncomfortable.

Here he is in the car seat we had to jimmy to make it work. He was way too wide to fit into his infant carrier.

And here I am trying to entertain him by reading him a book. Only lasted about 2 minutes, then came on the tears!

6 days after the last surgery, we did a repeat MRI to see if his hip had miraculously fallen into its socket. Aaaaand... it didn't!

Here is Will in the MRI machine, no sedation required! He was so awesome and calm, they didn't even have to give him any sedation. Score one for Will! He had to wear these sweet headphones because the machine was so loud. I had some earplugs in and held his hand the whole time.

So, 2 days after the MRI, off came the terrible, awful, no good cast!!!! It was quite the bugger to get off too because it was double thick and more odd shaped than usual.

As happy as we were to get it taken off, the failure of this surgery only means he needs another, more invasive surgery to fix this whole hip fiasco. I am feeling like I need to get another opinion and several people have told me that Primary Children's is the place I need to go. Hopefully I can find a great doc up there who can actually fix my baby for good!