Like most children with sensory processing issues, Bridget prefers to walk on her toes. Which is cute and if she had a desire to become a ballerina and dance on pointe we would save tons of money on professional training. Instead we had to worry if Bridget preferred to walk on her toes or if she was unable to put her heel down and walk normally.
We had to see specialist after specialist for testing. I was told her spinal cord might have retethered. I broke. A lot. Then we got the news that her spine was fine. I rejoiced. A lot. There might have been awkward dancing involved. Until we were told to see another specialist, this time an orthopedic. He recommended we fit Bridget with braces. His main concern was that while we could get her to neutral, there was a “hitch” starting. He warned us that unless we began stretching heels it could result in surgery.
Bridget’s had enough surgery. Or selfishly, I’ve had enough of Bridget needing surgery. Last summer, after holding her down for 2 hours while she had a catheter placed in her urethra I swore the next invasive procedure I held my child down for would be to save her life. Little did I know that she would need me to do that the days before Christmas. But I digress.
We went and had plaster casts of Bridget’s legs, given her sensory issues I was worried. But I forgot, Bridget is tiny and mighty. She charmed the technician (of course) and surprising me again knew just want pattern she wanted on her braces. Sadly, Disney Princesses were not an option. So she chose “Abby heart”
And declared they are BOOTS not ‘aces.
My biggest worry was finding socks. The insurance company graciously provided 3 pairs of socks. I really do not like doing laundry that often. I went to order more socks, but they are $19 a pair. Luckily my village responded: buy the cheap pair of knee socks they work just as well! So we got some rocking socks.
Bridget still walks on her toes without the braces, ahem I’m sorry without her boots. Heck she has figured out how to walk on her toes with the boots. It is a balance between wearing the boots for stretching and having them off so she doesn’t loose muscle mass or the ability to do her new favorite activity: jump. Thankfully her physical therapists are awesome and clued us in on the dangers of under and over wearing the boots.
It is hard seeing her in the boots, I admit. It is one more visual reminder that she has a tougher road than her sister. That she isn’t “typical” and that her disability is more than mental, but physical as well. Something we easily forget with all her advances. (Did I mention she JUMPS!)
But she doesn’t need surgery, so I will take the boots and let her rock them as only she can. If it means we end up with a future ballerina so much the better.