Avery's Curvy Road

As you all know, Avery is now in cast #3. I try my best to stay up to date with my posts, but you know, life happens.  So, his appointment went well overall. He still had a bit of a cold that day, but thankfully it wasn’t anything that would be concerning or cause us to have to reschedule. We arrived at the hospital for 6 o'clock in the morning, and everything was pretty much routine, which we are now getting the hang of and know what to expect. The nurses weighed him, listened to his lungs and took his vitals. Anesthesia came to introduce themselves and have me sign papers. Then we spoke with Dr. Glotzbecker for a minute, signed more papers, and then it was time to head in for Avery to be put under. This is always the part I hate the most. This time it was even harder.  At Boston Children's with Avery's orthopedic surgeon, Dr. Glotzbecker With the first two casts, when they administered the anesthesia, Avery was sitting on my lap with his back towards me. I held him

Last week we celebrated Christmas. We spent the day at home, just the four of us, because everyone has been sick with this never ending flu that’s going around. With Avery’s cast change coming up, we had to make sure he wasn’t going to be catching anything that would cause his appointment to have to be canceled again. It’s just one of the many sacrifices families have to make when they have a casted child.  In the beginning of this holiday season, I had a difficult time finding that Christmas spirit. My dad was the one who made this time of year magical for all of us. Since losing him, it hasn’t been the same for me. Then, I realized Christmas morning, I really didn’t have to look too hard for it. It was right there in front me, in the heart of Avery. From hearing him scream with excitement when the tree went up, watching him become mesmerized by the glow of the lights, and listening to him laugh and giggle as he opened presents Christmas morning. I not only saw the Christmas spiri