Two nurses worked feverish to remove the cast from each leg, one nurse splitting one side of a leg and the other working on the other. Unsure of the vibration the oscillating cutting wheel created, you would cry, then scream, then slightly smile. When a comment was made concerning your sutle smile, immediately you responded by crying once again. Removing the cast only took a few minutes. With the cast removed, the damage to your skin was now exposed. Both legs had layers of dead cracking skin and sores from eczema left untreated for weeks. The size of your leg muscles had remained unchanged, due mostly to all the walking you insisted on doing while in your cast.
With little legs now available to tiny hands, you began rubbing and scratching the dry skin. I explained to you you needed to rub with your hands not scratch with your nails. Once or twice rubbing your leg and I was enlisted to your cause. "Rub, Daddy, rub!" I would rub your dry patchy legs for a few minutes then stop, only to be re instructed by a little voice containing a low growling noise with each word, "Rub dad, rub....I told you!" I can image how long the dry patchy skin has driven you crazy. I only know after many nights of waking to itchy legs, our little angel was now going to take advantage of the access to exposed areas of irritation.