Finn walked at PT on Thursday! (waiting for PT to send the video...so cute!)
Okay, he obviously had the assistance of a walker (hence the play on words with the title!), but he got it right away. His PT was expecting to have to push him around in it, but once we got out of the room and into the big room, away he went! We even had to put resistance on the wheels because he was cruising around too fast and crashing into things. He was SO proud of himself and it just made me want to cry. This walker supports him at his chest, so his legs still have to do all the work. There is a seat he can rest on when needed, but it isn't meant for him to sit while walking. Another PT needs to try it this week with her patient and then we get to take it home next week for two weeks! I really think it is going to make a difference. You go, Finn!
Our PT appt are usually in the morning, but Thursday it was at 2pm (prime nap time). So Finn fell asleep on the way home from PT (not used to using all those leg muscles!) just for long enough that he couldn't go back to sleep once we got home. Darn it! For the rest of the afternoon and evening, we "argued" about whether or not he needed to nap and he was a total bear. I even called Jim just so somebody else could listen to it for a while (poor, Jim!). Finally I gave Finn a bath (something that always calms him down) and put him to bed early. It was a tough night for both of us. He must have passed out because I didn't hear him once, even with all the storms Thursday night!
Yesterday, our beach plans were canceled due to the weather. Boo. But Austin, Finn and I headed over to Stacey and Dillon's anyway for a play date. All the boys had fun (Finn came home without any clothes on because his got soaked playing in puddles...hey, I pick my battles!) and it was time to leave before we knew it. But not before we got some homemade, freshly baked banana bread! Super yummy.
Nearly half a million babies (1 in 10) are born premature in the US each year which is higher than that of most other developed nations. This is the journeys of our first born son, Finnegan, who was born 14 weeks early and weighed only 1 pound 15 ounces at birth. Of our daugher, Korrigan, who was born a healthy 7 pounds, 7 ounces at 37 weeks. And of our second son, MacKeegan, who was also born at 37 weeks at a whopping 8 pounds, 13 ounces. Our continued adventures reminds us daily how good God is.