I learned an important Mommy lesson this weekend. In my brilliance, I planned to go get D’s next set of shoes from Stride Rite on a Saturday during back to school time. What was I thinking?
We needed this new pair for Monday’s PT session, and I knew we could drop Daddy at work and be there when the store opened. Apparently every other toddler family in Cincinnati had the same plans.
Luckily, I was smart enough to take him to breakfast first so at least we weren’t starving. After what felt like an hour of trying to keep D from playing with the girl with that suspicious toddler hack cough, we got his feet measured. No DIsney or Sesame Street novelty shoes for us. We need the hard walking shoes. In two different sizes. His left foot is a little less than half a size smaller than his right which can be pretty typical in clubfoot. Apparently even before you are sure of your kid’s shoe size, you should call ahead and make sure a range of sizes is available.
Four hours, two malls, 50 miles round trip, a tired angry kid, and the loss of a piece of breakfast quiche we’d picked up to take back to Daddy later we had our two pairs of shoes. Thanks to rewards coupons and BOGO it was only a little more than one pair usually costs. Yay!
Somehow I managed to schedule an appointment for every day this week. It’s also the week before students come back at work, so I have some events and big projects there, too. My two sitters, “the grandmas”, are both going to be out of town this week.
Even though the 12 month well visit went fairly well, I still can feel that anxiety rise. It annoys me. I want to fold it up and put it in winter storage and lock it there.
Everything has actually been going really well. He’s eating more solids and trying different textures more easily. With the PT and shoe changes, we now officially have a toddler who’s not pulling his hip and ankle ligaments all out of whack (hopefully).
FInal thing – One of my cousin’s friends has a 32 weeker still in the NICU. This little guy has some big surgeries tomorrow and some big hurdles to going home still to get over. He’s 13 weeks old and giving it his best fight. I’ve been passing on some NICU parent sites to his parents in the hopes that it’ll help them when they are ready to talk and look around for that person to listen and understand. He’s having a trache, fudoplication, and g-button surgery Monday morning in the hopes that it’ll give his body the rest and help it needs to get home from the NICU. So if you have a minute at 945am CST, please spare a thought for this little boy and family.