If You Came To My House Today

You would see a 2 year old in Lighting McQueen undies.

You would see a red Ikea potty in our living room.

You would see a roll of paper towels and 409 at the ready.

You would see a missing rug in the living room.

You would see some sort of childrens show on tv.

You would see crumbs under my table.

You would see Legos on half of the table.

You would see girlie blankets draped across various pieces of furniture.

You would see children and their mom still in pajamas.

You would see toys scattered around the floor. 

You would see a pile of Christmas cards that didn't get hung.

You would see mail waiting for the post office.

You would see a mess.

And I'm okay with that.

What would I see at your house?

The Next Step

I feel like I need to catch my blog up to date so when we come back to read this someday,everything will make sense.

We decided to send Kolby to the sweet, little preschool after talking to the director and his teacher.  September brought teacher conferences and we faced a harsh reality.  He's doing wonderfully in school, he's smart and learning what he should.  We have always wondered if we were missing something with Kolby.  We could never really describe it, we couldn't put our finger on it, we could barely describe it, we just weren't quite sure. 

We had already scheduled Kolby for evaluations at a therapy center.  I was confident that he could use some physical therapy to help strengthen his calves.  (A side effect of club foot is small calves.)  And of course, speech.

The preschool teacher confirmed our suspicions.  She mentioned that Kolby had an awkward gait comparitively.  (Remember, we were coming off 2 weeks of a casting and that reallly made his gait awkward)  When we told her we were getting him evaluated, she was very glad.  It confirmed our thinking and at the same time made me sad. 

So, we did the initial evaluations and came back with a low muscle tone diagnosis. 

Kolby has been doing 2 hours of physical therapy, 2 hours of occupational therapy and 3 hours of speech each week (2 at the therapy center and 1 through the public schools). 

His teacher said she has seen big improvements in his big motor skills. 

At the same time, his physical therapist noticed that his feet arent working quite right.  I'm not sure how to describe it, but his heel isn't really hitting the ground all the time when he walks.  She suggested getting some orthotics.  We went today to get the castings of his feet, next Saturday we'll get the orthotics. 

Honestly, when she showed me the orthotics that Kolby is going to wear, I welled up with tears.  I wasn't expecting this.  I've always thought that we would be able to put club foot behind us.  And they just keep coming back.  The orthotist today said he would describe Kolby's feet as resistant club feet. 

There is so much I could say about Kolby.  And so much I don't know if I should.  So, I'm going to stop.

Just know, that I love him with my whole heart.  I love his resistant feet and all his quirks.  He challenges me in ways he doesn't know.  He makes me more dependant on Jesus.