Dear Little Angel,
Leading up to your cast removal date, concerns of how having no cast on your legs for support began to raise additional concerns for your ability to walk. Following the removal of your cast you struggled to try to stand, to continue to walk as you had before with your broomstick cast. With nothing to provide support for your side to side motion, your first attempt sent you right to the floor in pain. As you grabbed your hip, tears filled your eyes as you pleaded with me to allow you to play in the treehouse at the hospital. A few minutes passed as you weighed the pain of movement against your desires to play on the toys. With renewed commitment you struggled to your feet only to fall to the floor once more in pain. With persistance a new path was decided on as you stayed on your stomach, pulling the weight of your body up the small red slide that lead to the cavity of the brown plastic treehouse. Once inside you played happily with everything in reach from your stomach. Frustration began to build as you continued to discover numerous toys just out of reach from your prone position on the floor. Wanting to encourage you to begin movement I convinced a determined daughter to hold off until we got home and she could take a bath. The idea of playing in the water in the bathtub at home convinced you to sway your focus and regroup your efforts to travel home.
Once at home, we stripped you down and allowed you to play in the bath tub. Water play began as you filled your cups, overfilling them with water to pour them over the edge of the tub, trickling down the edge, returning to join the pool below. With your attention drained in playing with toys in the water, I began to work with your leg slowly getting you to move it by bending at the knee. To much movement and you would grab your legs, push my hands to the side and scold me, "Don't touch!"
Out of the tub, we brought in from the garage your push bike in an attempt to encourage you to move your hip. With time, you began to set on the seat of the little bike, pushing it from one side of the room to the other. Within hours, you were attempting once again to walk. On step followed by another, with a fall here and there you taught yourself to walk. Now only twenty-four hours later your can be found moving through out the house, up and down the stairs, climbing on any object large enough to bare your weight. With each step or atop any object you proclaim your success with a hearty yell of, "I did it, I did it!"
Once at home, we stripped you down and allowed you to play in the bath tub. Water play began as you filled your cups, overfilling them with water to pour them over the edge of the tub, trickling down the edge, returning to join the pool below. With your attention drained in playing with toys in the water, I began to work with your leg slowly getting you to move it by bending at the knee. To much movement and you would grab your legs, push my hands to the side and scold me, "Don't touch!"
Out of the tub, we brought in from the garage your push bike in an attempt to encourage you to move your hip. With time, you began to set on the seat of the little bike, pushing it from one side of the room to the other. Within hours, you were attempting once again to walk. On step followed by another, with a fall here and there you taught yourself to walk. Now only twenty-four hours later your can be found moving through out the house, up and down the stairs, climbing on any object large enough to bare your weight. With each step or atop any object you proclaim your success with a hearty yell of, "I did it, I did it!"
2 comments:
Awwwww yayyyy!!!! That is so sweet. What a clever and very determined little girl you have! xx
I love that we can share our small and large triumphs! YAY!
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