Can't sleep. Spina bifida does that sometimes! On Tuesday Davey will have surgery at Shriners Hospital. Some call the surgery a bilateral tibial rotational osteotomy. I refer to it as fixing the feet forward. Here's how he walks now. See how he trips on his feet because they turn inward. That's a result of being born with clubbed feet. Hopefully in two months after his casts have been removed, his feet will face forward. This is Davey's 8th surgery (I think). It's difficult to know how he processes the thoughts of surgery. He is most excited to have a slumber party with his dad at the hospital, and for his Papa from Texas to come and sword fight with him. It's been a long time since Matt and I had one of our kiddos in an operating room...over a year. I've appreciated the break and pray the doctors will have skill, wisdom, compassion and clarity as they care for my little boy.
My heart is really heavy concerning Maggie. Spina bifida does that sometimes! She is 18 months now which in our religion is a big deal. It's the magical month when a parent can drop their lovely child off at the happiest place on earth (not exactly)...nursery. Our church lasts three hours each Sunday. First, Sacrament Meeting when everyone attends, including children. Then the adults and children part ways, and I go to Sunday School to study the Old Testament this year. The final hour is my favorite, Relief Society. Since Matt is the Bishop of our congregation, I rarely see him at church except when he's sitting on the stand which means he's not much help with Maggie. That's why nursery is a countdown for me and many other parents. But we've decided to keep Maggie out of nursery for now, and here's where my heart hurts. She's just so dang delayed! It's more than physical. Cognitively she has significant struggles. We cannot see the inner-mapping and processes of her brain, but we suspect most of her delays come from her teeny tiny cerebellum. Last Sunday, I peeked through the window of the nursery class and watched a room of singers, players, clappers, sharers, listeners, runners and overall engaged children. I'm reminded that the purpose of nursery is not babysitting, and Maggie isn't in a place to understand the significance of nursery. So for now, Maggie and I will continue to feed each other Cheerios and throw toys on the ground while we try to learn the gospel.
Furthermore, I miss Christmas! There's no place like home. Food, BB guns, music, decorations, dodge ball, late night talks, best friends, family, and the nativity. Here are some snapshots.