We were moved upstairs and my husband arrived shortly after. We talked to the nurse who made me sign some papers including one that said “spica cast”. “What’s that?” I said. “That’s the kind of cast he’s getting,” she said. Duh, I thought. “Um, ya, but what IS it?” “A body cast” she said, “from his waist to his toes, around his hips with a whole for his diaper.” The news hit hard. I had been picturing a leg cast, but with mobility, thinking he would be crawling around like a spider after a week or 2. Not with this cast. This was a sentence of immobility, difficult news the day before his second birthday. Nathan had seen me cry a lot today. He looked at Daddy and said, “Mommy cires.” “I know,” I said. “I’ll try to stop.” And I put on a smile for him.
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