Here’s a sight we haven’t seen much in our home for six weeks—Dominic in the bathtub.
We’re so happy that he asks for a bath just about every day now. The first time he took a bath after having the cast removed he screamed through the whole thing.
It’s such a relief he’s out of that body cast. We’re just praying he doesn’t re-injure himself.
He’s slowly getting around by crawling. He can sit up and play games and has begun pulling himself up on the couch and chairs.
I walked with him a bit upstairs today, holding both of his arms and helping him take one step after another. He doesn’t put his left foot flat on the floor but walks on the ball and toes of his foot, just like it was shaped in the cast.
The doctor told us it would take a couple weeks for him to get his sea legs (so-to-speak) back.
In a way it’s nice that he’s not too mobile, so he can continue to heal, and in a way it’ll be nice to have him be a normal two-and-a-half-year-old again.
This experience has certainly taught appreciation for families who manage care for incapacitated loved ones. Hats off to them.