Yesterday we had Finn's appointment for his feet assessment. Overall, I was SUPER happy with the results. They think that his feet will correct themselves the more he walks and since he is able to walk even with how they tilt, they would prefer not to interfere with braces or shoe inserts. He has what they call a "flexible" arch, which is what they like to see.
They took x-rays of his hips, something that apparently should have been done over a year ago and never was. His hips are not "normal" however, they are "normal" for somebody who was as delayed as he was with walking. They hope that with continued walking, they will start to correct themselves, but at this point, are not a cause of major concern.
She also noticed the asymmetry in his face, probably due in part to his plagiocephaly. She said that best and probably only thing to do about it would be to see a pediatric dentist, which we are trying to do (insurance issues at this point!).
She said that she is extremely pleased with where he is at. I had mentioned that I'm waiting until the day when I stop thinking of him as a preemie and she said that day is probably near. Of course, there are still things that need special attention, but he is so healthy and progressing so well, which I need to be reminded of some times.
Having a little set back with the baby blues today. Of course, being up with Korri every hour and from 3 to 6:30 this morning, probably isn't helping my mental state in general. I don't know if maybe she isn't getting enough milk from me or if she is in some kind of pain or whatever. Our sweet, sleeping little girl is quickly turning into a non-sleeping fussy crier. I was going to call the lactation consultant today, but I weighed K on our scale, which said she was exactly 8 pounds...with a full belly and diaper on. So, she is gaining weight, which is good. These things are just so frustrating sometimes. Jim's mom is coming to visit for the weekend, so at least I should get a little break and some help!
Oh, I wanted to mention something Finn has been doing lately. When he notices new things, he speaks in a voice full of wonder, as if almost a whisper. I need to get it on video because it is so cute. Like today, we were walking into ECFE and he would point to the water puddles with wonder and say, "Look, water!" Or notice the birds or whatever. I just love it. He has such a sweet, empathetic soul. Gotta love my big boy!
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.