Yesterday we spent four and a half hours at Westmead Hospital, mainly waiting for Owen to see the plastics surgeon and then to see a physio for his new hand mould thingy. Our appointment was for 1:30pm and we didn’t walk in the door (at home) until 6:37pm. Needless to say it was a very, very, very long afternoon. For all of us. I’m really glad Marc took the afternoon off work to come with us, because even though Owen was being really well behaved for nearly the whole time we were there, I think I would have been climbing the walls before long. The upside to this visit to the hospital is that he doesn’t have to have surgery on his hand and they expect the muscles around his two broken metacarpels to pull the bones back into line and support them enough to help the healing process without having to open his hand up and put a plate in. WooHoo!
Thank Goodness xoxox