She's a wild woman!

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LET'S TALK ABOUT POOP, BABY!
So, Sophie had her first poop after the surgery at 6:30 this morning. I swear, it was like being a doula or a labor and delivery nurse. First of all, this cast is not so conducive to pooping. She's got her legs straight, is flat on her back, and has a diaper snug around her waist. Not to mention that the cast itself makes an "A," not leaving a very wide area at the top. Fun times. What started out as a whimper from Sophie soon turned into a scream. I'm not sure if her hip hurt from the pressure or it just hurt in general; however, it was not a fun way for either of us to wake up. If this is an indicator of more things to come, I think we'll be purchasing some Prune Juice or something fairly quickly.

On to more "appropriate" topics. . .

IT HAPPENED LAST NIGHT
Sophie went to crazy town. The trip started around 8:00 and didn't end until she fell asleep around midnight. I don't think I've been pinched, grabbed, or manhandled by a 7 year-old so much in my life. Susan and I tried to get her down from 8- 10 when I finally gave her some Tylenol 3. No dice. We even enlisted Chi Chi's help but it didn't work. I got back in the bed with her around 11 and pretended to sleep. I think that's when she finally drifted off.

After our crazy town jaunt and the poop party this morning, Sophie was hard to wake up at 8:30. Now that she's had breakfast, Motrin and a clean nightgown, she seems to be doing well.

Whew!!