The Daddy Doll

Only two weeks left, then off with the cast! We can't wait! I look into Micah's baby blues and he gives me a cheesy grin. How he can keep smiling in that clunky thing still blows me away. Not that he gave off this much sunshine when we were in the hospital. No, Sir! There, he was cloudier than he's ever been before, and with good reason. Lots of owies plus a heavy cast equal major discomfort! I tip him up on his side (no small feat, I can tell ya) and begin the diapering process one handed. This involves four diapers, an absorbent pad, lots of tape and a little luck. See, there's this opening you have to keep from getting wet. Everything must be secured into place with tape that does not stick. Some diapers have to be cut in half and taped together at the ends and "petaled" around the...eh... after which another diaper with pad has to be tucked in and... well, the whole process includes lots of pillows. Pillows under head, under legs, (can't let the heels bear weight or touch the bed for very long. That would mean more owies.) pillows under the bumkins and propping up whatever else needs propping. I've run out of pillows, but the daddy doll is within reach...

Ah, yes. The infamous daddy doll. Aunt Deb, concerned that Micah would be missing his daddy when he had to spend a week in the slammer, (at least it feels that way to him... and Mommy too sometimes, Shhhh.) bought Micah a "Huggee Miss You" doll. Lucas shook his head when I slid his beaming mug shot in the faceless window of the little, blue guy's noggin. "It's gonna scare him," He warned. Not really. Micah loved it, but it did startle a surgeon and one of the cast techs. Heh, heh. Guess that's what they get for bugging my poor, sleepy buddy in the dark, wee morning hours!

I grab Daddy Doll and stuff him under a leg. He's good for more than just huggin'! Better hurry, though. My left arm is tingling under the weight of the cast, and, to tell the truth, I feel a little bad about treating the DD this way. He's been the source of a lot of laughs for us, and a lot of comfort for my sweet boy. Whew! This diapering session is over. I settle Micah on his patchwork of pillows, then remove Daddy Doll and brush away some crumbs. What DD really needs is a bath. I'll have to take the picture out first. Lucas hopes I won't put it back in. Sorry, Lukie! Not a chance! Soon Daddy Doll will be cuddled snugly in the crook of Micah's arm, restored to his place of honor.