A new vantage point
Over the summer Zack started to take steps with his legs. This miraculous account seemed unbelievable at first. I put it down to tone, using the high tight muscle tone in his hips forcing him to lift them. But he has performed this little piece of theatre several times, getting stronger and better with each practice.
We discovered it together. Innocently in the back yard, outside, playing with his sister. I stood him up, holding him underneath his arms. Zack loves to stand, he likes nothing more than to stretch, I encourage him to push, to bear weight through his legs. On this day he chose to lift his leg up and place it down, followed by the other. As I got more excited and shouted words of encouragement, Scarlett did laps. This was followed by such joy and laughter from Zack that he nearly threw up due to screaming with delight.
We told his new physio. I suggested we try him in a walker. She suggested we wait and let her assess him. Okay I agreed. I joined Zack at a recent physio session, the walker was out, a base with four wheels, with a frame and moving seat. She placed Zack in it, and whilst he reasoned not to show his new skills, I could see the delight in his face. The pleasure of being up, being straight, the freshness of a new vantage point. He loved it.
I agreed that she would try him occasionally in it and see how he goes. All the while in my mind I know I will continue in agreement with his physio but encouraging his movements. And one day, soon, I will buy him his own walker.
Zack has pushed me into believing in him. I think I stopped. For a long time I think I had given up, I stopped believing. I accepted the situation, thought this was to be him. He showed me it isn't and to get up and fight again. To believe in him. Always believe he can achieve more. Sorry I doubted you.