Yesterday we went back to see the surgeon that did the hip replacement on Jared. I went with fear and trepidation and came home smiling and chuckling to myself.
Let's just recap the past few weeks. Jared has not been faithfully wearing his brace. He will put it on for about 30 mins at a time, but then take it off. I have not sat with a gun pointed to his head, which I suppose was my part of the failure. Jared has also become less willing to go to physical therapy, as in "You really can't make me go, nani nani boo boo to you." And he does have a point there. If only he were three and I could just pick him up and put him in the car, but no I do need him to cooperate and walk to the car.
So when we went to the doctor yesterday, he examined Jared and before we knew it, there was a guy in there pulling as hard as he could on Jared's leg to stretch it out. After about ten minutes of pulling, the nurse held the leg and the guy put a cast on his leg from his hip to his ankle. At one point my husband had to help hold Jared from being pulled off the table. And now his leg is straighter than it has been in months and he has NO CHOICE whatsoever. It is genius, I tell you. I may need to hide all the saws in the house, but it is so perfect that it is forcing him to keep that leg straight.
Of course this is quite painful for Jared. Hee hee hee. (did I just say that out loud?) What a horrible mom, am I? Last night he was suffering quite a bit, but I realize that it is his own fault. At one point he said to me, hold my leg up in this position. I said "No way, no how." Sorry dude, you have burned all your bridges with me. So good luck with that and hold your own leg up.
And so he will wear this cast for two weeks, and then we go back and they will cut it off and straighten his leg some more and cast it again. I am not sure how many times it will take to get it straightened. In the mean time we will stop physical therapy three times a week. I feel like I have been given a new life.
And it was so lucky that Jared showered the day before we went to the doctor, because no water for that cast.
Finally a medical solution that will require absolutely no effort on my part. Just ear plugs to help me ignore all the wailing and gnashing of teeth.
I guess Karma can really come back to bite you, huh?