I am getting sick of that helmet.
You can see it in his face... he is too. Sick and tired of wiping ooey gooey banana slime off of it after breakfast, washing his hair daily, stressing about Vince overheating, searching for sores and red spots underneath all of that hair, not being able to enjoy his luscious locks, finding that the base of the helmet rubs the back of his neck and makes is raw... thus resulting in turtle necks for protection. The list goes on.
Would I do it again? Yes. I would. I am amazed at how quickly the helmet has transformed his noggin. At his 7 week appointment the doc was shocked to find that his head had already reached the "high end of normal". We had a choice... continue to 10 weeks as planned and get an even rounder head, or stop fussing and let it be.
After some good old contemplation, I decided to keep at it. We paid a good hunk of money for that plastic torture device and if it could help Vincent's head become even more normal then it's worth an extra three weeks [now or never, right?]. I am so very, extremely and unbelievably happy to announce that we only have one more week left!
Once that bad boy comes off Vince will get his first hair cut. You can also keep your eyes peeled for bumps and bruises... he's in for a rude awakening when he discovers his head is no longer made of steel.