Emmie has come so far since August last year. Since it’s now July, I find myself constantly looking at her and marveling at what God has done in her little life this past year.
Emmie’s case is obviously very unique. When she got the halo on, we requested early intervention services. We wanted her to be able to learn to be as independent as she could. I held on to a hope that she would be like every other child her age, but looking back, I realize it’s not that big of a deal. We got her to the point where she could scoot. And climb stairs and pull up on things.
A week after the big hard brace came off and the cervical collar came on, her physical therapist came by. I had told Emmie that morning that we would work on going from laying down to sitting up. When her therapist walked in, I told her the same thing.
We got to the playroom and her therapist put her on her back. Without any prompting except our encouraging words she did this:
And she did it over and over and over. And I cried.
And just like that, our need for physical therapy is done. This is the best way to get kicked out of something.
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