Cute Like an Airhorn

So today Eva had an appointment with the orthopedic surgeon to check on her hip. She was a perfect angel until she remembered she hadn’t eaten for at least 15 minutes. At that point she launched into a fit designed to notify the city of Eau Claire, and its surrounding area, of just exactly what she thinks of this awful world she’s been born into.

Due to the demonstration Eva organized, her appointment was a bit of a blur. While she squirmed in my lap and screamed about the meals she was missing, the doctor adjusted some of her straps to allow her more movement.

And that was it.

So basically, we know nothing more than we did before her appointment (except that Eva’s got lungs the size of Kansas). We have an appointment in about a week with some bigwig from Rochester who apparently is the guy to bribe if you want to get your kid out of her harness. He’ll look Eva over and let us know how much longer she’ll have to be strapped in. We’re hoping her hip will be formed enough that we can remove the harness at that appointment, but chances are he’ll say she needs another couple weeks or so. At which point we’ll release Hurricane Eva and the good doctor will be forced to see things our way.

Keep your fingers crossed!