So Emma finally got the hot pink cast off on Monday afternoon. After seeing that stinky, dirty, Sharpie-ridden piece of fiberglass laying there, when the lady asked me if we wanted to save it, I had to politely decline. So we put it in the trash together and walked away both saying “bye bye cast!” and me adding, “hope to not see you again!”
She actually got around REALLY well in that thing over this past month. Totally surprised me. She could pretty much do anything and never even complained about it. In fact, she had a birthday party at a dance studio on Sunday where they learned and performed a routine and she was busting a move and shakin’ that arm like it was nothing!
But getting it off was difficult! I had no idea, and I wasn’t totally prepared.