You remember a while ago when I told you that Olivia had severe scoliosis, right? Well, she finally got her brace.
First we went and had the cast made. To me, it looked like a torture chamber. The only reason I can ever keep a brave face on and not crumble is because I have to be brave for her. I just hate to see her have to go through these things.
The boys had to go with us too. You should have seen their faces. I think they have a newfound respect for their big sister.
First she put on this “dress”. I had to take a picture because Olivia looks like a supermodel in everything. Even this little piece of cloth that was there just to protect her skin.
Then she climbed into the torture chamber. They had to put her in traction, basically, to make her spine super straight and as extended as possible. I guess this is why this orthotics place is so good; they’re the only ones that do it this way. We’ve been going there for years for her foot orthotics, but this was a whole new experience!
They quickly put on the plaster and made the cast.
Then the scary scissors came out and they cut it off. Scary.
We waited about a month for the real cast. The real cast took about 2 hours to finalize so I left the boys with my mother-in-law for this appointment. I took a new movie too!! She was a little nervous; you can tell because she puts her whole hand in her mouth when she’s nervous.
The orthotist tried it on and made a few adjustments and then took it away to finalize. We watched “How to Train Your Dragon” and cuddled. It was actually really nice even though we were at the doctor!!
He brought it back and fitted it. I honestly about lost it. It looked so painful and terrible; I just couldn’t believe that she had to wear it every day for 12 hours. I held it together at the office. She was all smiles and was giggling. She inspires me so.
We got home and I just lost it. I cried in front of the kids, which is something I try really hard not to do. I just couldn’t bear it. I couldn’t stand the thought of my little girl having to be put in this thing every night. I felt so terrible and guilty it was almost too much to handle. I know, it’s just a brace, but to me, it’s just one more thing that she has to endure. I cried myself to sleep that night. I couldn’t help it. I didn’t sleep at all; I was worried she would not sleep or wake up crying. They warned me she might be in a lot of pain like when you get braces on your teeth.
She slept all night. Not a peep. She’s such a champ. I learn so much from her.
The next night we made a joke about it. We started calling it her “turtle shell” and knocking on it and doing knock-knock jokes. She loves it. She asks to put it on. I don’t know where this girl gets her strength from. She amazes me.
Now every night, we march upstairs to find the turtle shell. We do the same knock-knock jokes while we get it on (it’s quite a process!). And then she lays down and goes to sleep. What an angel.
And I marvel at her strength. How she just does what’s necessary with a smile on her face. My little pink turtle.
Isn’t she amazing?