Worst Fears Realized

We saw the doctor yesterday. He confirmed that Kolby's left foot is definitely relapsing. Clubfoot isn't just a foot that turns in slightly, it is a foot or both that would turn in so much that the child would walk on their ankles. Here's a summary of part of what we went through when he was a baby.

Even though we thought we knew we were dealing with a relapse, we really thought we would be dealing with wearing shoes and the bar at night again.  But, Kolby is going to have at least two casts.  The cast will start at his toes and go up to his thigh.  The cast will get changed to change position of his foot once a week.  After two weeks, the doctor will be able to determine if he needs to do another tenetomy.  This would be done in an OR, with Kolby under general anesthesia and the doctor would again cut his heel chord.  If that surgery happens he would be in another cast for 3 weeks while that heeled. 

The frustrating part is that Kolby didn't get a cast yesterday.  On Friday, he walked through a fire ant mound and his left foot and leg got attacked and bitten.  He probably has 15 bites on his left foot and calf.  The doctor didn't want to put a cast on because then we can't see if anything is getting infected.

Our first challenge is to get these cleared up and prevent Kolby from getting more bites of any kind.  It is almost laughable.  Kolby gets mosquito bites just walking to the car!  We decided he has to wear long pants until he gets a cast.  Long pants during the day and night. 

So, we have answers.  We have a plan.  And we know God will work out the details.  Right now, we're planning on going to the doctor in Dallas because he is covered by our insurance.  And we've met him, we like him and we trust him. 

And don't forget Annika is coming soon, probably in the middle of all this.  Just to make things a little more exciting.  It means I can't go or take Kolby, it will be up to Drew.  And it makes me a little nervous thinking that he'll be gone all day and it will get closer and closer to my due date.  I might need a volunteer labor coach! 

I have cried over this, it's my trial and I can cry if I want to!  But in all seriousness, this is a minor trial.  We didn't get news that one of our children may be dieing, we will have some things that will be challenging, but nothing that isn't manageable.  Especially with God.  He'll see us through.  He is good.  He is faithful.