Friday, September 2, 2016

4 months home (the squeakquel)

I've been waiting to write this post until I had a pic of something amazing and I knew it would be soon. Willow's legs have healed and she got the ok yesterday to bear weight. She has twice stood on her own (with me quickly having her sit) so I knew she was ready. Today with her 1st PT appointment, she stood 6 times, did some excersises and worked on pulling herself up to knee stand. Praise God there was no pain. As best as I can guess, she has not been able to stand for four years or more. She was very pleased with herself. May God continue to bring healing and strength to her body.
She really needs to put on weight and muscle. She continues to swim every day and her appetite has improved so she is on her way.
   On other fronts, we began homeschool this week and she is up to the task. We bought her a small table so she can sit on her bed and do school like the boys (brothers have desks in their room.) She has more concentration than I would have thought and likes to write letters and do math but not quite up to reading yet. There have been 2 meltdowns, -1 over not being able to write out Newton's laws of motion lol. Getting on a schedule is good for her but her need to wait while I teach the boys has been overwhelming for her.
  Now the squeakquel. I've written about her having ticks and body jerks which we think is learned. These had almost disappeared following surgery but had reappeared to a lesser degree when we went to Dr. Appointments (stress?) This week she began squeaking. It started, I think, with her being at the top of the stairs and hearing the echo of her voice. It then occurred when she was excited (school, swimming etc.) and it progressed to almost a nonstop squeaking early in the week. About every 20 to 30 seconds she would make a high pitched eek. The boys and I were pulling out our hair.  I tried gum, mints, counting and nothing seemed to work. Thankfully it has lessened over the last few days and she primarily does it when she eats. This also drives the boys crazy but pay backs are hell. Yesterday at lunch she was licking her bowl clean when I told her again that it wasn't good manners. She looked at me like I was crazy and said, "you English people," as if we had it all wrong.
    She continues to share little bits of her orphanage life with me: some good, some bad, but it always comes back to her telling me she loves me and rubbing my cheek as she says, "you're very nice."