November 22, 2014
ACL + my mama.
I keep waking up to contract my right quadricep to push my knee cap back. That is what the paper they handed me after surgery tells me to do to speed recovery and mobility. So I do it - obsessively. ACL surgery on Wednesday felt like a bit of a set back. About a month after my bike accident, I was walking almost without a limp. But without surgery, I would still be missing a ligament in my knee - and a lot of strength and stability.
The surgeon reported that the reconstruction "was perfect." I hope he meant that very literally. He signed his initials on my knee: CA - must have been very proud of his work. Pretty remarkable what he went in and did - took a strip of my hamstring to create a new "ACL" (ligament), drilled holes in the tibia and femur and attached that strip of muscle with screws. I have a whole knee again.
Bless her - my mama flew in for a few days to save me. Scooped up both babies and floated around the house working magic. Every time Colette was about to lose it (again), Grandma Rosie had a new song to play on the piano or another art project or hug. She made us feel really special. Romy was especially pleased, as you can see. So sweet. Now for all the stairs in this house. Requisite physical therapy.