Curve Ball

We had two months of normalcy: normal baths, normal play and normal diaper changes. I was actually excited about diaper changes: no straps to go under, loop through or avoid. We finally felt we had the experience we were supposed to have. It took a long time for me to realize what we were “supposed” to have was an exceptional experience we were “destined” to live through, one that only God could orchestrate.

Two days before the next chapter of our hip journey, I dropped by Mason’s daycare to collect his things. I opened the door to find reminders that will forever touch my heart and remain in Mason’s room to this day:

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Prior to leaving, the director lead us in a prayer over Mason. I will always remember her gentle words, “we trust in you Lord, for you are the great physician.”

February 28, 2014 – We arrived to Children’s Healthcare of Atlanta (CHOA) at Scottish Rite for a closed reduction surgery. As expected, I was a total wreck. I could not imagine a life with my four month old boy confined to a body cast for 18 weeks. I was overwhelmed, pissed off and reluctant to accept reality. I sucked it up and put on my big girl face knowing that I couldn’t let Mason feel the anxiety radiating from my body. We knew the statistics and the risks, but continued to pray for a miracle.

The memory I have is vivid. Mason was amazed at the bubbles which occupied his attention as the miniature cuff took his blood pressure. I waited until the very last minute to dress him in the tiny hospital gown that waited for him on the over-sized gurney. I kissed both of his legs, hugged him as tightly as I could and passed him to the nurses that I entrusted to protect my baby when I couldn’t. With my husband’s hand gripped tightly in mine, I watched the minutes tick by. Thirty minutes passed and we heard a tap on our waiting room door. If you are a hip mom, only you can understand what this meant: failure.

Mason’s right hip could not be safely placed due to the severity of the dislocation. The tendon, which acts like an accordion, was stretched to a point that prevented his femur from remaining in the hip socket. We were discharged with no restrictions and told to move forward with scheduling an open reduction surgery between the months of nine and 12.

Was I sad? No, I was selfishly thrilled. I knew this curve ball would give God more time to work his miracle and I would continue to pray for it.

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About hsg2011

I am a daughter, sister, wife and mother with a passion for writing and a desire to comfort and help other hip families by sharing our story, tips and insight.
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