Happy News

What She Wore: my new Levis; a Saints tee; tennis shoes.

Things have been really good around here. My mom is doing great–she’s already making my dad drive her around on errands. Charlie is also doing really well. A while back, the physiatrist told us that there are very few absolutes in the development of a child with a brain injury. Most parents, however, really want to know if their child will eventually walk. Apparently there’s a school of thought on this: if your child can sit independently by the age of two, they will probably walk. If your child does not sit independently by the age of four, they probably will not.

Needless to say, we went a little crazy with the sitting practice. When his OT came on Thursday she commented on how much stronger he is. She thinks his sitting is coming along nicely. He still flops over when he loses control of his head, but he can hold a sit for at least a few seconds. Hopefully, will just continue to improve. Also, the OT thinks he’s got so much potential that she’s going to start asking around to see if any of the PTs she knows would be willing to work with him. Right now PT is booked solid, so the only way we could get someone is if they went out of their way to do it. So, yay! Maybe a PT and definitely some progress. We are moving right along.

And, it’s Christmas time, so we went ahead and took some pictures for our card. This one is the silliest, but it’s also one of my favorites.

Little Moments

What She Wore: Two-tone purple striped tee with three-quarter length sleeves and a scoop neck; blue jeans; tennis shoes.

Well, we took my mom home today. Without pain medicine, she’s basically her old self. She’s got an incision running straight down the middle of her chest with a little T at the bottom of it. Everything is tough and she can’t lift, push or pull. As soon as she got home she wanted a shower. I stood guard while she did it and then helped her get dressed.

Afterwards, she wanted me to blow-dry her hair. Anyone who knows me will know that this is a dangerous proposition. I’ve got a curly mop from Hades that I’ve never been able to do anything with. Most days, fixing my hair consists of washing it. On rare occasions I’ll blow dry it, but even then there’s a lot of curl and if I’m being honest, a fair amount of frizz. All through high school my mother would patiently dry my hair straight on Friday nights so I could go out with a perfect “do.” Once I hit college I realized that I sucked too much to have anything but curly hair. So, I was a little nervous about doing anything for my mom in this arena. She said she didn’t care what it looked like–she just wanted it dry. So, I went ahead and brushed and blow-dryed it. I don’t think I’ve ever done something like that before in my life. I am literally hair-impaired.

It was nice. Taking care of someone else for little bit, making things slightly better than they were. A pleasant little moment stuck in the middle of a normal day.

Recovery

What She Wore: a new pair of Levis; red and white waffle weave henley; a strange pair of keds that caught my eye–red with pointy toes and a black and white bow. Really, I can’t tell if the stripes are navy or black, but I’m not sure it matters.

My mother is well on her way to getting out of the hospital. She had to stay in ICU a little longer than expected due to some fluid build-up in her lung, but otherwise things have gone well.

The recovery has, however, made my mother really really loopy. So loopy, in fact, that when I go to visit her I have to hide a smile. She’s not on morphine or anything, so I can’t figure out why she’s so looped. She can’t keep the names right in stories and she doesn’t know what day it is. She tells stories that don’t make any sense. I can’t imagine what the people who call her are thinking. Really, I’m enjoying it. My mother is pretty serious and this is an interesting change of pace.

In Charlie news, he is doing great. I know he’s not progressing like other kids, but he does keep progressing. He’s now consistantly swatting at things over his head–even if they don’t make noise. He even grabs them and gets them in his mouth pretty regularly too. The stretches have really helped his tight hamstrings and we’re working on sitting up! I won’t say that everything is perfect, but I’ve seen so much growth. Go Charlie!
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