We made it through the weekend without much concern. Chase was plenty swollen around his head and eyes. But that is to be expected. We gave him acetaminophen and ibuprofen around the clock to keep up on any pain he might be having. By Sunday we started weening him off of the meds and his swelling was basically gone. We spent a nice relaxing weekend not doing anything too strenuous.
By Monday morning Chase was a happy boy and feeling like himself again. He had his appointment to get his head scanned for his helmet. Getting scanned should be a fairly simple process. But both times Chase was ready for a nap so was quite cranky for the scan. The poor orthotics guy had quite a challenge but was very patient and was able to get what he needed.
The helmet was ready to be fitted this morning. A few modifications were made and a schedule for getting used to wearing the helmet was given to us. One hour on...one hour off...and adding more time until he wears it 23 hours a day (only taking it off for bathes) for about 18 months. He has already worn it for a few hours today and seems quite indifferent to it.
We decided to drive downtown today and take a walk around the River Walk. I had almost forgotten about all the looks you get from people. Kids are honest and are naturally curious. It's almost funny to me at times to see their parents reactions. A kid will say out loud, "What's wrong with his head mom?" Parents will quickly try to hush their kids as if there is something wrong with asking that question. We get a lot of looks from adults where you can tell they are asking the same question...but they quickly look away as if to say, "Don't look...don't look...don't look. It's not polite to stare." Then there are those that look at you and almost give you a look of...I don't know...pity maybe. As if I might be embarrassed by having a kid with "something wrong". I'm not! I'm incredibly proud of my kids just as any mom. And there isn't "something wrong" with my kid. Nobody is perfect. And he's just fine! Honestly my favorite are the people who are naturally curious and actually have the guts to ask. I love it when people ask and I'm more then willing to tell them my story.
Well...tomorrow is our final day here!! In a way it seems like we've been here forever to the point it feels like home almost. On the other hand...I can't believe we're leaving already. We'll meet with the neurosurgeon one more time and get the ok from him to head home. We'll also get the schedule of when we are to come back. I know this process well and look forward to making our next trip back.
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