A Castastrophe

This morning was a leaky diaper blowout once again. If you recall, this happened early in Cast #4 during the plague of stomach virus and flu. At that time, I used my mad casting diaper skillz to pull the shirt down, cut out the offended tee, and re-tape.

Fast forward to this morning - not only has all the excess tee been used, I cannot get so much as a pinky up the back of his cast because it is so tight. Every time we try to use a wipe to clean it up, he screams. By mid-morning, it was obvious that this was not going to do - if the - um - waste product remained on his skin, he would have an open sore in no time. We called T at Dr. K's office and left a message, then emailed her photos of the tightness of the cast in addition.

Then, I made the executive decision that this cast was coming off NOW. If we had to deal with bounceback from him being out of the cast, we'd deal. We had no other options at this point. So, we called the hospital and they cut it off at 1:30 for us. WHEW - good thing, too! It was baaad under there - far worse than we could see.

And, now, without further ado, the unwrapped present that is my son's spine...