Our "Hip" Goldenbaby: Spica is a Four Letter Word

This whole experience has been a whirlwind of emotions. It began a couple months ago when I first googled her little fat thigh. My first emotion: fear. Please don't let her have what Google is telling me she has. My second emotion: devastation. I can't believe she has it, and I can't believe she is going to be in a cast for three months. My third emotion: Relief. The procedure is done. She is on the road to recovery. My final (current) emotion: Anger/frustration/disappointment. Angry that we have to be going through this at all, frustrated that this is our reality and I can do nothing to make time go faster, and can do nothing to help her feel more comfortable, and disappointment that she won't be able to proceed in her development like I'd imagined she would back when I first learned I was pregnant. It's exhausting having so many emotions, and I'm trying really hard to stay positive. I mean, the fact is, she's in the cast. This is happening. This is her reality. This is our reality. So deal with it. So, I'm dealing with it. (A lot of prayer helps to deal with it! And there was a lot of praying going on in the middle of the night last night! "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.")
The first night in the spica cast did not go well. Poor baby girl was not comfortable. She woke up several times in the night needing to be held. To add insult to injury, she seemed to develop pink eye, and her left eye was stuck closed at about 1:30 in the morning. A warm compress opened it right up, but I mean really, doesn't the poor girl have enough to deal with right now?! (Incidentally, breast milk DOES in fact clear up pink eye. Thank you, Google.)
Katie did surprisingly well all day today. She had a great time playing with her toys, and even tried to move around while on her tummy. She obviously can't roll over, but she kept trying to pull herself up, (to no avail), and she mastered the art of turning her body around in circles. I wouldn't be surprised if she found a way to creep while in her cast. She'll be one buff little baby if she does figure that out! I was really pleasantly surprised by how seemingly unaffected she was today while playing. It was great to see!
Naps were a challenge. My mom bought a memory-foam pillow for Katie, which she seemed to enjoy. It's just still hard for her to get/stay comfortable.
My mom figured out how to make Katie fit in the high chair, so that was a bonus. I was able to feed her carrots to her without having to seat her in my lap. That felt great!
Bedtime tonight Katie was exhausted because she's not napping well. It still took her a while to fall asleep, but she finally did. She woke up a few hours later and it appears that her cold is back. Poor kid can't catch a break right now. On went the humidifier. Praying hard that tonight goes on to be a better night.
Today's confession (although I don't think it's much of a surprise to anyone reading this): I don't like the spica cast. I hate how it feels while I hold her, I don't like changing the diapers with it (although I am becoming quite the pro, and Katie seems to like being flipped over during diaper changes), and I feel terrible that she can't sleep comfortably while wearing it. People keep saying that it will get better, and since these people have had their own kids in spica casts, I'm going to choose to believe them. But, for right now, spica is a four letter word. And I can't wait for the next 82 days to be behind us.
Lord, give me the strength to endure this experience. Help me to remember my bountiful blessings. Please take care of my sweet angel tonight and help her to get a good night's sleep. Amen.