Today, Wriggles was seen by our physio to be fitted for her new pink Piedro boots. After being very wary at first and hiding in me crying (I think the poor sausage associates people touching her feet with blood tests; they are rather pricked with tiny scars) she soon warmed up to them and was proudly kicking her feet about. As well as trying to exercises to help her cruising, our lovely physio and myself reflected on the past year that she has been working with us. She looked undoubtedly proud and told us that Wriggles was one of the children she had worked with who had made one of the biggest leaps in development; music to my ears when I know we still have further to go!
|a year ago - "I'm really trying, honest!"|
Of course, our journey is far from over; from being resolved. But it is such a boost to hear that my little star has defied what doctors thought she might achieve. I remember the day after her birth, when one of the neonatal doctors came to speak to me. No promises, he said. The next 48 hours are critical for her immediate survival, let alone future. There is no telling what she may be able to do, or not do. And then as she grew older and the admissions started coming thick and fast, her notes tripling in size and the gulf of development inching wider. But then, slowly, she grabbed. She sat (and fell down). Then sat again. She rolled over by accident. Then rolled over on purpose. She started crouching on all fours. She started making 'bunny-hop' movements. Then she toppled over and crawled. Then one day out the blue, she heaved herself up. And I know, one day, whether in weeks or months, she will take wobbly steps.
Oh baby girl, how far you have come!