As I compose the chapter that captures the hardest part of our hip journey, I suppose it’s not coincidental the amount of time it’s taken me to gather these words falls during the same month that brought us temporary “normalcy” in 2014 [March].

Labor Day weekend brought with it time to spend with family and the opportunity to savor our last few days of baths and playtime free of the challenges to come. I will never forget what transpired as we went through our bedtime routine the evening of September first. I rocked my precious boy to sleep as tears of worry, anxiety and fear rolled down my cheeks. The thunderstorm that rolled through that afternoon had just calmed, a timing so perfect it’s hard to believe. Before laying Mason in his crib for the night, I prayed for a sign that God would allow the surgery to happen, we would be strong enough to endure the weeks to come and we could finally close this relentless chapter. I felt a slight “nudge” to walk out my backdoor to  calm my emotions and was greeted by a triple rainbow – a clear sign the rain had stopped and the flood would not come again – God’s promise.

We arrived at CHOA at Scottish Rite mid-morning with a child angry with hunger, but more calm than his parents. With my husband by my side, we walked down the corridor which lead to the OR and passed our son to the nurse who promised she would take good care of him. We returned to our tiny waiting area and watched the minutes tick by until we received our hourly updates.

His surgery went beautifully. With an open reduction, part of the tendon which holds the femur in place was removed to allow proper positioning. Our sweet boy was rolled into his recovery room with a blue spica cast and a left leg free to kick as he pleased. I can’t describe the emotions – looking down at your child who up until this point was completely unaware of any abnormality, free to crawl, kick and play as he chose, was now confined to this horrible blue plaster. It was heartbreaking and it completely sucked, but it was our new normal, one I decided to embrace.

The next six weeks my full-time job was Mason (on a different level). My number one goal? His cast would not become soiled and he would be as comfortable as possible. The first week was a challenge, but like most situations, once you accept the reality, you figure it out. Or, with a more positive spin, we “received adversity as a gift with a promise and a purpose.”

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“Consider it pure joy my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds. For you know the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you will may be complete, not lacking anything.”  – James 1:2-4

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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