Today is the day I never thought would come. It’s been highlighted on every calendar I have for months now. Eli is going from 23 hours a day to 12 hours a day!
When Eric and I got the first call from our OBGYN 10 months ago about potential problems with our unborn son my heart broke. After our level two ultra sound confirmed Eli’s bilateral clubfoot I sobbed. I would wake up in the middle of the night in tears. I was a complete and utter hot mess! All I could think was, “What did I do wrong with this pregnancy? How could this happen? How are we going to do this?”
The first thing I noticed when Eli was born was how crooked his sweet little feet were. I couldn’t believe how completely adorable they were. I was almost able to convince myself in my postpartum insanity that somehow we wouldn’t have to get them fixed because they were just too adorable to mess with. It’s amazing the crazy thoughts that pop into a mother’s head when she is trying to avoid her child going through such a long, grueling, seemingly barbaric treatment.
A week after Eli was born; we took him for his first casting. Eli cried. Mommy cried. Daddy had allergies. It was horrible.
On our way out, they handed us a list of our upcoming appointments. My heart sank. Even though we were told ahead of time about the weekly castings, there is something about seeing a long list of upcoming appointments that causes a Mom to get a little choked up.
It wasn’t until we removed his first set of casts that I was starting to think, “This might be worth it. I might be able to do this.”
I mean look at that progress! In just one week!
But after just one night without the casts his feet had already turned back in.
As the weeks drug on, appointment after appointment, there were still those times that felt we were never going to get through this season in our life.
Even our 7 year daughter recognized how difficult this journey has been.
24 weeks later, here we are. We made it! Even though Eli still has a long road ahead of him as we work through the issues with his right heel and some of his other strength issues, God has pulled us through another hurdle we never thought we could make.
Throughout this journey, from the moment we first sat down in the car after getting Eli's diagnosis, this has been the song that has gotten me through. Strong Enough