Wordless Wednesday...

Kieran got plastered...

We're home.  We're plastered.  We're back into waiting mode.

Kieran's helmet will be done in 2 weeks!

Our appointment went really well.  We met with our orthotist, Trevor, and had a chat about what we were told by the pediatrician and what we've done in terms of positioning.  He gave us the option of trying positioning for another 2 weeks and make our decision after that, or to just go ahead with things.

Another 2 weeks? Seriously, dude?  After trying the positioning techniques for almost 2 months, what is another 2 weeks going to do for us?  That means an extra trip to the big city, a day off work for John, and another 2 weeks of me biting my nails.  Did you see my nails, Trevor? Did you?

So we were left alone to talk.  But we already knew what we were going to do, so our talk lasted 3 seconds and we spent the next 9 minutes and 57 seconds bouncing our little dude and staring at the ugly yellow walls. That's right Sick Kids, your casting room walls are ugly.

The casting went really well.  Except for this part;

And taking the cast off, which we didn't get a picture of, but it closely resembled the above picture, plus a cast and minus John trying to cram the sucky down Kieran's throat.

We got some awesome news that the helmet only needs to be worn for upwards of 18 hours a day, instead of the dreaded 23.  Our little guy will get a bit of a break each day instead of just being free for tubby time.

So we head back on May 17th to pick it up and learn all about it and our real journey will begin.  It's gonna be a long, hot summer, kiddo.  Mommy apologizes profusely.

I'll upload some more pictures of the casting process to the 'Pictures' section.  Oh and I know I said the helmet is ready in 2 weeks but May 17th is 3 weeks away...it's not because I can't add, it's because they're booked up for May 10th and are trying to bump someone out of their appointment to move us up.  We're that important.

Counting down...

We're off to Sick Kids tomorrow for Kieran's consult.  I can hardly wait - I'm sure if he knew what was going on he wouldn't feel the same. 

I'm feeling so much better about all of this.  The mommy guilt has officially subsided, and has been replaced with worry.  What if our insurance company decides that they aren't going to cover it?  We'll be $1500 in the hole. I know it's for our kid, and we'd do anything for him, but holy crow that's a lot of green.  I can buy a hockey helmet and create my own pressure points for a lot less, right? 

Maybe not so much.

Anyway, wish us luck! My nails are counting the minutes until I stop biting them in anticipation.

Wordless Wednesday

Anticipation and other news...

Well it's officially less than one week away from our consult, and I'm going nuts in anticipation. 

Kieran, on the other hand, appears to have other things on his mind, like when his next meal is coming and how long he can go without pooping.

I've been wracking my brain about how we're going to decorate the helmet.  I've seen so many great ideas online, but I'm so artistically challenged it's not even funny.  I don't get it - I come from a family of artistes.  My sister and mom are amazing, they can do anything.  My dad can draw pirate ships.  I can draw stick figures with bows in their hair and paint crooked rainbows.  Neither of which I think Kieran will want on his head.

I think I'm going to spam a bunch of vehicle wrap companies, sell them our sob story, and hope they'll help us out.   If 360 Wraps can do it, any other company should be able to, right?  I'll give it a shot.  Keep your fingers crossed for this artistically challenged mama.

In other news, Kieran's officially started eating solids! I say "officially" because he's had tastes of things here and there for about the last month, but nothing consistently, and it's usually stuff that's been snuck to him by his Gran that he really shouldn't have been eating.  He's still alive though, so I guess it was okay. 

You tell our doctor about any of this and I'll find you.

Wave number two...

It bothers me when people say his head isn't that flat.  It shouldn't, I should be elated, but it does. 

It makes me question our decision to have him fitted for the helmet.  It makes me question the competence of our pediatrician.  It makes me question my eyesight.

I keep second guessing myself.  Are we doing the right thing?  Should we just let him grow up the way he is? He's perfect in our eyes anyways, flat head or not.

If we do that, will he hate us for not fixing it? Can he wear a baseball cap like his daddy? Will he be able to shave his head without looking like a dork? Will other kids make fun of him?

What if it gets better on it's own? What if it gets worse?

I'm seriously driving myself insane because of those few little words.  I'd love for someone just to say "You know what, it is pretty flat.  You're doing the right thing." And all would be good in the world again.

I swear there won't be any more posts like this.  I'm just going through another wave of mommy guilt!

Party like it's 2010...

It's a party! Everyone's invited! Bring your kids! (Yea...you'd have to see the commercial to get it...but it's funny...trust me)

Kieran's bringing cupcakes.

I'm bringing vodka.

We're celebrating the fact that we officially have a consult with Sick Kids! April 26th can't come fast enough.

We're also celebrating the Ultimate Blog Party 2010.


I've got my eye on a paypal gift certificate.  Look out Ebay, here comes mama.