...when wielded for good, it's an amazing trait to possess. But this afternoon, after Emma had been lying on the couch for three hours for resting time and then a nap, I was asking her to stand up and she was determined not to. The scene that followed was not a pretty one. It ended with me on my bed in tears. After calming myself down, I had a great little chat with my daughter and we made a new plan. When we hear Daddy walk in the door, let's walk over to the gate to greet him. He'll be so happy and so will both of us. Five minutes later, we hear Daddy and I try to put her down and she just cries and won't put weight on her legs.
But today, Daddy was the hero. He must have drank some super-Daddy juice at work or something. By the end of the night, Emma had walked all over, taken a bath, stood to play for a while, and climbed up one and then two and then three steps! (Maybe I should be the one going to work.) :) She really is doing more and more each day, despite how reluctant she is, or how poorly I'm doing at encouraging her. Please pray that Emma would be determined to do what it takes to get better.
The first time she walked after the surgery, Sunday right before we left the hospital.
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Reading your story, you all are an inspiration. Thank you for sharing and allowing your lives to testify to God's faithfulness. Your friends at Small World are continuing to pray for a comfortable recovery and complete healing, and strength and wisdom for Mommy and Daddy.
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