So Oliver's cast did fall off. The good news is that the orthodpedist on call at CHOP said it's no big deal and happens all of the time. The better news is that the incision doesn't look so bad. The bad news is that this means a Monday trip down to Philly. The doctor has started to call him Houdini.
Mr. Houdini was also pretty fussy last night -- so much so that we wound up giving him his pain medication. The fussiness didn't start until after his cast fell off, so we were wondering if maybe the foot being loose and able to flop around made it hurt a little bit either down in the foot area (wouldn't that be nice?) or maybe somehow pain was going up the leg. We're not sure, but Oliver was crankier last night than I have ever seen him. I couldn't put him down for even a second. It made me so sad when Tim finally said we should give him the pain medicine -- to think that he would have been in pain all night before we gave it to him made me feel so bad. But, logically, he shouldn't have pain, and I don't want to give him such strong medication for no reason.
It could have also been gas. He was a pretty gassy last night. If it was only gas, that would be the strongest medicine ever given for a gassy stomach.
Whatever it was, it worked and he finally fell asleep after eating again. Hopefully today will be better.
