Freedom …I’m not sure who was more excited, me or him … but the news … Daniel only has to wear his skateboard at night!
I have posted a couple of photos of the journey ...
We saw the Surgeon on Thursday and I waited with bated breath to hear the news … whilst Géorn and I have been like sergeant majors as far as exercises and wearing the bar is concerned , there are untold stories of the initial 3 months passing and then having to start all over again because the baby’s feet have pulled skew …once again …our many prayers were faithfully answered!
These poor doctors have seen me weep uncontrollably, to dance merrily, shouting Yay yay yay like a 5 year old …I simply cannot believe that five months have passed and the initial stages are over … Daniel is loving being able to kick and mom is loving being able to hold him and cuddle him without the skateboard constraints …
I have to remind myself that there’s a reason we refer to this journey as “Baby steps and Talipes tales”… by the way –for those of you who don’t know… Talipes means “club foot”. Baby steps … and they sure have been … and will continue to be.
I was so over the moon to bring him home and try on all his little shoes that were given to us as gifts before he was born …I was so excited when I could dress him in “non Elvis style baby-gros” – with attached booties and all … I was so very excited when I could feed him without having a metal structure digging into my ribs … and then I cried … almost as inconsolably as the day his legs were first placed in casts …
I was watching Party of Five this morning … and the gist of the story line was about living for the now and not becoming so consumed with the then that you forget about the journey … anyway – I guess that was the lesson … I had become so so focused on getting over the 3 months that I forgot about the 4 years … and shees – did it hurt my heart when it all it home …
It suddenly dawned on me that I was counting down the days to Thursday – when the skateboard would be OFF and I could hold him and cuddle him, when he’d be able to kick and play … and I was so grateful that the time had passed – and then it hit me … there’s another 4 years to go … in many ways, we’ve only just started …
So, I guess we start again … Baby steps … with a reminder that’s it in the journey and not the destination … And I am … I am relieved that it’s only 14 hours a day … I am relieved that his feet have healed beautifully, I am thankful that it’s only his feet when it could have been so so much more … I AM … I am reminded … reliant on the great I AM … and on the days when my own feet feel wobbly … at least I know that His never are!
4 Days old - first casting
I have posted a couple of photos of the journey ...
We saw the Surgeon on Thursday and I waited with bated breath to hear the news … whilst Géorn and I have been like sergeant majors as far as exercises and wearing the bar is concerned , there are untold stories of the initial 3 months passing and then having to start all over again because the baby’s feet have pulled skew …once again …our many prayers were faithfully answered!
These poor doctors have seen me weep uncontrollably, to dance merrily, shouting Yay yay yay like a 5 year old …I simply cannot believe that five months have passed and the initial stages are over … Daniel is loving being able to kick and mom is loving being able to hold him and cuddle him without the skateboard constraints …
I have to remind myself that there’s a reason we refer to this journey as “Baby steps and Talipes tales”… by the way –for those of you who don’t know… Talipes means “club foot”. Baby steps … and they sure have been … and will continue to be.
I was so over the moon to bring him home and try on all his little shoes that were given to us as gifts before he was born …I was so excited when I could dress him in “non Elvis style baby-gros” – with attached booties and all … I was so very excited when I could feed him without having a metal structure digging into my ribs … and then I cried … almost as inconsolably as the day his legs were first placed in casts …
I was watching Party of Five this morning … and the gist of the story line was about living for the now and not becoming so consumed with the then that you forget about the journey … anyway – I guess that was the lesson … I had become so so focused on getting over the 3 months that I forgot about the 4 years … and shees – did it hurt my heart when it all it home …
It suddenly dawned on me that I was counting down the days to Thursday – when the skateboard would be OFF and I could hold him and cuddle him, when he’d be able to kick and play … and I was so grateful that the time had passed – and then it hit me … there’s another 4 years to go … in many ways, we’ve only just started …
So, I guess we start again … Baby steps … with a reminder that’s it in the journey and not the destination … And I am … I am relieved that it’s only 14 hours a day … I am relieved that his feet have healed beautifully, I am thankful that it’s only his feet when it could have been so so much more … I AM … I am reminded … reliant on the great I AM … and on the days when my own feet feel wobbly … at least I know that His never are!
4 Days old - first casting
11 days old - second casting
Third casting
Daniel's feet after the 2nd casting
Daniel's feet after the 3rd casting
Fourth casting
At the hospital before the op
Daniel's feet after the 3rd casting
Fourth casting
At the hospital before the op
Fifth casting
Soaking the 5th cast off
Daniel's foot after the 5th casting
Daniel's brand new shoes
The "Skateboard"
Happy Baby - no skateboard
Baby shoes ...
