Lucy had all her stitches removed yesterday. As Dr. Z was plucking away, she kept crying, "Only one more!! Only do one more!! Then that's all!!" But there were at least 30, maybe more--that we could see; maybe twice that below the surface. Her leg looks so good staying together on its own merits now.
She cheered up right quick. A new splint was put on top of her shin, from below the knee to her toes instead of from halfway up her thigh. She thrilled at the discovery that she could bend her leg after 20 days keeping it extended.
The splint holds her foot in plantar flexion so her achilles tendon can continue to heal. She is not even able to lift it into dorsiflexion yet. This is where physical therapy comes in. That will begin in a week.
These little milestones are like gold to Lucy. Watching her face light up as she slowly brings her right knee to her chest, as she figures out how to get up the stairs or from the table to the couch without crutches or chair, these are my milestones.
I underestimated the effects that witnessing my child become the chew tow of a wild sea creature would have on me. In other words, this shark attack freaked me out. I swept the floor yesterday. A huge pile formed and I realized I hadn't swept it since being home from the hospital. What?! Gross. I prepared a tasty nutritious dinner for my family today: roasted cauliflower, tomato soup, homemade breaded chicken tenders, and crusty bread. I went out for a run this evening. Dr. Gooch mowed the lawn. Many "firsts since" in these last three weeks. Has it really only been three weeks? It has taken that long to get mobilized again. To whip this family (mostly its parents) back into shape. A new school year is upon us. We have not gotten here without many many hands holding us up.
These milestones pass, like removing one stitch at a time. But, we know that it is He who gives us our merit and lends us the strength to move beyond fear to function.
*post-edit, just stumbled upon this sharkmania