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Clubfoot Mecca
Well Sporty and I returned from our trip to St Louis a few days ago. It sort of felt like we were in the Clubfoot capital of the world. 5 steps into the sky walk and we saw a baby … Continue reading
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Time For A Checkup
Friday we made our way to Dr Fluffy Unicorn for a checkup, our first in almost a year, 10 months to be exact. I had some concerns going in, I made Sporty wear her old sneakers so he could see … Continue reading
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S-T-A-R Superstars Are What You Are
First off, let me preface this post by saying the title is an ode to the countless softball cheers that I’ve heard repetitively over the past 6 weeks that I might N-E-V-E-R get out of my brain. Like I wake … Continue reading
Two Thumbs Up
Yesterday we made our way up to Dr Fluffy Unicorn for a check-up since Sporty’s foot pain and return to her AFO. Getting up there was no easy task, traffic was horrendous, think long weekend and traveling along the path … Continue reading
Best Case Scenario
Well after speaking with Dr Fluffy Unicorn’s nurse yesterday we decided that Sporty should be seen asap especially since Dr Fluffy Unicorn will be out next week. Sporty has been in so much pain, we all had an “I hate … Continue reading
Choices
I’m trying to teach Sporty to listen to her body. To know her limits. When we found out about her clubfeet we vowed to never let it be an excuse for her so it never has been. But with surgery … Continue reading
With Pain Comes Compassion
There are many things I can say about Young Jedi. He’s a tough kid, like a really tough kid. I lose sleep over him. I cry myself to sleep on his really bad days over him. He’s explosive, he’s temperamental, … Continue reading
Complications
This is a photo I just took running to Sporty’s school, a bottle of children’s ibuprofen where my coffee normally goes. Last night I noticed her limping and running awkwardly while she was out playing with neighbors. I figured she … Continue reading
Made to Run 