Orthopedic follow-up appointment number one: done. And another in 2 weeks. Hopefully the last.
It took for-fucking-ever to get to the office, thanks to a traffic accident literally just outside the medical office building that narrowed the road down to one lane (and Detroit drivers are Grade-A assholes, so merging peacefully and in an orderly fashion is for suckas). Then the parking lot was 100% full so I had to circle until someone was leaving, and didn't she just take her sweet time rearranging some shit in the backseat, and in the trunk, and then checking her makeup in the rearview, and then adjusting her seat. I hope she saw me flip her off while I waited. And then we sat in the waiting room full of elderly patients comparing notes on how bad off they were and playing Top-That with their injuries...
...and then finally, we were called back to see the pediatric orthopedist. It was a long, anxious time to wait to find out if your baby boy will regain full use of his teeny arm, and I have the pit stains to prove it. They opted not to do a follow-up x-ray today (but will in 2 weeks), but the knobby lump on his arm is evidence of healing bone and he passed the nerve function exams (fingers wiggled; elbow flexed; when pissed off enough, shoulder lifted). Although he doesn't voluntarily use his left arm much at all (only slight movement when he's repositioning or stretching) the current prognosis is that he probably does not have a specific nerve injury, and will gradually use that arm more over the next several weeks as it heals more. Between 6-12 weeks old he is expected to be good as new.
For reference, on his birthday, his arm looked like this:
But honestly, whatever, I'm thankful Matthew is okay and is expected to make a full recovery. And that's enough for me. Happy Turkey Day, all. Eat, drink, be merry, kiss the babies.
Oh, and today was his due date.