Where do I even start with this boy...these past 7 weeks have been amazing and tough. I know in the bottom of my soul that we have been so blessed and so taken care of. Even in the midst of medical bills coming almost daily in the mail, I still feel so strongly that everything will be completely okay. That this will work out. That my Savior is intimately aware of our family, our struggles, and He protected this boy!!! It could of been so much worse, and we've seen many stories lately where it was but it wasn't for us and for that I am forever grateful.
We will have stories for the rest of our lives because of this experience. If you have never thought of the things you can't do with not having two arms functioning then you are in for a treat. Seth was a trooper (most of the time) through all of this but I can say that he never once complained about those casts and he never complained about us having to help with him with all sorts of unpleasant things, especially when you are 13 and private kind of guy! I fed him 152 times, we helped him in the bathroom 123 times, Sam showered him 45 times, we helped him blow his nose 19 times, we helped him get dressed 50 times, we did awesome amounts of homework with him, we scratched his head 37 times, brushed his teeth 100 times, and loved him so much!!
I had the privilege of feeding him almost every meal, including always lunch. He would come in the SPED room and I would feed him. It would daily look like above, para's working and me feeding him. He was such a good sport about the teasing and the feeding but I think it taught him to appreciate us and love us. He still asks to be tucked in bed and tells us at least 3 times before going to bed that he loves us.
Then on May 6th we went to see the doctor, 7 weeks from casting and 50 days since the accident. He was so excited to be getting his arms back. We celebrated the night before by having strawberry shortcake (and him almost being able to lick the beater) and playing Ticket to Ride after the younger ones went to bed.
He was stoked to be in there, even with dead skin falling off everywhere and super skinny arms. See that grin...one happy boy!!
Can you see all that skin on his pants?
They are both free...yeah!!!! Now let's wash those babies off and get some lotion on those arms.
As we were waiting for the doctor Seth could NOT leave his arms alone. He just kept scratching and scratching and scratching, by the time the doctor got to the room there was skin everywhere. All over him, all over the floor, all over the chair. I swear they were going to need to get the vacuum in there--so gross!!
The doctor put him in braces for 2 more weeks because he has one spot in his right arm that the bone is not growing there. It looks like a divet in the bone. He is not super concerned but we are going to go in for x-rays every couple months to keep an eye on it. He also has a slight, 10 degrees, angle in right arm because they didn't do surgery to set the bone but that is suppose to fix itself by one degree every year until he stops growing and should not interfere at all with life.
He is so happy to be doing everything on his own (as are his Dad and I--haha!!) and we are so grateful for the wonderful life we have and for this boy that is here with us!
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This reminds me so much of my experiences with Clairssa after her back surgery. I am so glad that it is over with, but it drew us so much closer together. I am also glad for you and your family, too. You have endured very difficult, not so fun things, but your son knows he can definitely count on his family. There is something so bonding about it. Here's to a full recovery.
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