Tattoos and Drool

I’ll let her give you the update herself.

Hi everyone! It’s me, Avonlea.

Can you guess why I’m so happy? No, it’s not because I have the coolest mom ever*, although I do smile about that quite often. (*Disclaimer, I was not paid by my mommy in any way to mention her awesomeness. Unless you count breastmilk as payment.)

Last week I went and saw a nice lady doctor at the children’s hospital. She looked at my head and made me hold real still, which I didn’t like much. And she made me lay strapped down on this cold table so they could take pictures of the bones inside my head. That wasn’t fun either. But after all that, she told me that I don’t have to have surgery! And I don’t have to worry about that big long C word any more. Just the long P one, which means I need to wear a helmet for a little while. But that’s okay. As long as I don’t have to have any surgery!

I was kind of scared when they told me I had to wear a helmet. What if it hides my gorgeous long locks? But my mom said she would get it painted real pretty for me, maybe even with Hello Kitty, which is my favorite. So I guess it won’t be so bad. I have to wear it 23 hours a day, and from the look on my mom’s face, that’s a pretty long time. I don’t know, I haven’t figured this number thing out yet. I especially need to wear it while I sleep though, since sleeping in my most favorite position is what made my head flat.

After we finished at the doctor, we went to a place that makes all kinds of orthotics and prosthetics to have a mold made of my head. I had to sit on my mommy’s lap with a sheet of crinkly paper between us. I was pretty stoked about it at first.

Then a man put a stocking over my head and I got a little scared. He said it was to protect me from the plaster.

But all it made me want to do was turn around and snuggle into my mommy’s shoulder.

The process started and it wasn’t quite as bad as I expected. The man put a big piece of cloth dipped in plaster across the back of my head. I was nice and calm.

I got pretty mad at the end though when he had to press pretty hard on my head and hold me really still again. I really, really don’t like being held down. So I yelled at everyone to get away.

It was over really fast after that though, and I was back to my happy self! They told us we would get the helmet in about two weeks. I’m getting kind of excited about it and can’t wait to see how my new round head makes me even prettier.

Thanks for checking on me!

Love,
Miss Avonlea