Sometimes, when I am watching her, I get a vision, unbidden, of her with normal legs. I see her running through the grass after the dog, pigtails bouncing. And I wonder for a moment, when I see her face fall when the dog walks away from the chair she is sitting in when she's trying to pet it, what she would have been like with legs that worked.
I really, really, hate those times.
Monday, June 12, 2006
To Hell With Holland
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I agree to hell with Holland (I hate those times too) sigh
I have to agree. Sometimes I wish I could have a glimpse of "what would have been". Then again, I think it would be too painful to come back to reality. At least this way, we'll never know for sure what we're missing.
((Carrie))
how come she doesn't have a wheelchair? even if she will walk one day, surely she should have some mobility now!
i didn't mean to say that you're doing something wrong in the previous post--just wondering.
She's too little for a wheelchair. She isn't strong enough to make it move. We're working on some other options, but nothing that will come close to a kid jumping up and running spontaneously.
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