Getting Her Cast Off

      The night before Edythe was to get her cast off, I peeked at her pinky, as I often do, and instead of pink it looked white! I tried to pull open the hole in the bandage some more so I could see better but it wouldn't budge. So I worried a bit that night, praying for her hand and remembering that her hand is in the Lord's hands.
      We left early the next morning for our 10 o'clock appointment in Salt Lake. We arrived early, so we had time to let the other children see the hospital.

Apparently we were supposed to have soaked the cast that morning but somehow missed that information (we were so intent about keeping her cast out of the toilet for three weeks! Get it wet!?) So nurses came in and soaked her cast, which Edythe found interesting, then began to peel and untangle and cut it off, which Edythe found increasingly annoying.

By the time the cast was off she was screaming, so the nurses had to shut the door so it wouldn't scare everyone. It didn't hurt though, because as soon as the cast was off she stopped hollering. And there were her new fingers. All pink and beautiful! It probably would have looked frightening to anyone else, but to us, seeing her fingers was so wonderful.
      There were still stitches on her hand and up the sides of her fingers, and blood, and scabs. One spot between her 4th and 5th fingers started to bleed a little.  Dr Wang came in and took a look at her hand, picked off some scabby tissue, and said it looked really good. She said to massage it with oil (vitamin e or whatever kind we wanted to) several times a day. She said to let her bathe, use it, and that the more we touched it, the better it would be.