What did you do to my arm?

We have paid our dues. For one whole month we have taken all the abuse Ethan could dish out with his big blue cast. We have nursed bruises, goose eggs, scratches, sore heads and backs... we have endured the rancid smell of his trapped and sweaty palms... we have listened to the cries of frustration as he wears a plastic sack in the bath. We are SO excited for his cast to come off!!

Kelly and I took Ethan to the doctor's office on Thursday morning. He ran around laughing, only fussing because the room was too small to run in. We took him to the "cast room" and the doctor started up the saw which sounds a lot like the vaccum. Ethan watched with interest. They cracked the cast and pulled it off and we waited for Ethan to jump for joy that his arm was free at last! Instead, he cried for the first time all morning and when they handed the cast to him, he tried to put it back on his arm. It has become such a part of him, I think he really was sad to have it off! (Not us!)

It has been interesting to watch him as he figures out all he can do with his freed right hand. After two days, he still favors the left one. He pinches things with the tips of his fingers like he did when all he had was tips sticking out of the cast. His whole arm moves when he gives you five or reaches for something. And he lets his right arm hang a lot. I know it won't take long before he uses his right arm normally, but it is a sweet reminder of his month long imprisonment and the amazing things our bodies can do!