I have only briefly mentioned The Little Apple's abilities as far as crawling. And I suppose that it is time that I add a post about it, just to bring everyone up to date as to what's going on with her.
The Little Apple turned 1 on St. Patrick's Day, and still hasn't been able to crawl. Not that she hasn't been interested in moving around and chasing her sisters, she just hasn't been able to pick her bottom off the floor and get on her knees.
I finally had her screened and the findings were not good. Not terrible, but not great at all. Elise has double hip dysplacia, which causes her legs to pop out of joint sometimes and then snap back into place at other times, causing a popping sound. This has kept her from learning how to crawl, pull up to standing, and walking.
The last few days have been a whirlwind rollercoaster of emotions for me, as I have had to accept the fact that she is officially developmentally delayed, and that we are now on a long journey towards where she should be. As it stands now, The Little Apple has a referral put in to see a pediatric orthopedist who will be looking at her hips and seeing what they look like, how much deterioration has occurred, and to see if it can be corrected. I pray that it can be corrected as painlessly as possible. Regardless to whether or not she will need surgery or casts on her legs and hips, The Little Apple is facing at least a year of PT to strengthen the low muscle tone in her legs cause by disuse.
I am angry at our previous pediatrician who dismissed any concerns that I had about my daughters legs. I had heard some popping sounds while changing her diapers and had brought it to his attention. He couldn't duplicate the pop in his examination, so said that it was nothing. I am even angrier at myself for not listening to that concerned parent voice inside that kept nagging me that something was wrong with my baby girl. I am mad I didn't demand another opinion and kept listening to other people say that she was fine and that she was going to crawl when she was good and ready to.
But I am moving closer and closer to acceptance of our situation. No matter what is going on with my children, it doesn't change how much I love them, nor the fact that I will go to any length to see their happiness and dreams fulfilled. My baby Apple is fearfully and wonderfully made, even if her little legs do work funny. I love her.
I am choosing faith over fear in our situation....faith that God will remain with us as we journey on this road. And casting aside the fear that the enemy has put in front of me that this chapter in our lives will be too difficult for me. How can we go wrong with that?