April Fools

That is certainly the case. Hate to rain on the parade but being up all night every hour makes for a long day. In summary a lot of fussiness, crankyness, and soreness. Not a lot of walking up for hugs. Not that we expected it, but sans cast did not relieve our problems.

Deep down, and not very far, we are very happy. It was just a crappy day all around.

They tried to weigh you on a scale by having you do the splits until I snatched you out of their hands. And this once again is supposed to be one of the best hospitals in the nation. The cast came off pretty easy although you were pretty scared. We finally got to hold you after all these months without that contraption. You were so long. That’s all I could think of. And a bit squirmy. Our turtle was without his shell, finally. But not so fast. We were told you had to wear your original brace for at least two weeks despite not being briefed about it during previous conversations.

You were a bit fussy all night but stood up and was almost riding you scooter. Unfortunately sleep was an issue. Up about every hour or so. By morning I was exhausted and sick and your Mom exhausted. Your Grandma is not doing well and your Mom is sad that good news seems to often come with bad. Maybe that is how life grounds you at times, and softens both the highs and lows.

Today you passed PT with flying colors. I'm now waiting for your Mom to pick me up at work so we can grab a bite at Qdoba next door and go to our neighborhood meeting.