Today, I got to hear the words I'd been hoping for since we began this whole physical therapy journey over 4 months ago: "I only want to see Evan once more, when he learns to walk. He has no more asymmetries and is like any other normal boy"
That's right - Evan has graduated!
We are so lucky that Evan made so much progress so quickly. It was a lot of work for a short period, but very worth it.
I still remember that feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach when we were at gymboree and all the babies were doing tummy time around a mirror. All the other babies were relaxed, staring down into their reflections, playing around. And there was Evan. Stiff as a board propped up in a plank on his stiff little arms. It just broke my heart to see how different he was from all the other babies.
So proud of our sweet child!