March 10, 2010
Three days and counting
Three days and counting until my beautiful bare baby gets all covered up.
Georgia was diagnosed with hip dysplasia at her two month check up. We have no real idea where this comes from. It is a genetic disorder that is most often seen in first born girls. So right out of the gate she had two of the top risk factors and then one of us passed this gene on to her.
Neither one of us have any known family history of hip dysplasia, so its anyone’s guess. I like to go back and forth on which parent is to fault. On a good day I like to accept that it comes from Daren and on my bad days I’m certain that I’ve done this to my baby girl.
She was put into a Pavlik Harness and has been wearing that for various hour combinations for the past three months. I cried the day the Dr. put it on her. But then we got used to it and learned how to change her diaper with the brace on and which onsies looked the cutest with the two pairs of pants that I could fit over it.
Last Friday we went in to see our pediatric orthopedic doctor to have her new x-rays done and find out any further course of treatment. Call it a hunch, call it a mothers intuition, call it God but I knew I was not walking out of that room with good news. Having to wait in the exam room for nearly 30 minutes while our Dr. read out x-rays wasn’t a good sign either. When he finally entered the room his first words were ” I don’t like these x-rays”. He throws them up onto the light and walks me through what we are seeing. Georgia’s femur bones are clearly too high and a little outside. They are still dislocated. This means casting.
I start to cry.
The nurse comes in with my paperwork to talk scheduling. She has a sweet smile and knowing eyes, the eyes of a fellow mother who has heard disappointing news from a Dr.
“I’m sorry.” I say.
“Every mother cries” She says with tears in her own eyes as she recounts for me the time her son had to undergo surgery.
Georgia will be put into a hot pink Spica Cast Friday morning. She will be in the cast for a total of 9 weeks. The cast will start at her nipple line and run down both legs to her ankles. It will be challenging. It will be sad. It will be funny. It will work.
You can follow our unabashedly honest journey here at Pink Spica Cast.