A passerby might pause in horror at the sounds of screaming eminating from our house. "Are they beating their poor baby," he might inquire? A truly nosy fellow might even take the chance of pressing his nose to our front window, so as to personally witness the atrocities taking place inside. His expression would quickly change to one of confusion when he in fact saw a poor, tired mother trying desperately to put shoes on her two-month old son. "Shoes? Shoes!?" The fellow would just not understand and would depart, fingers scratching his rapidly balding head.
Inside the home, the baby, though an infant yet wise beyond his weeks, would see the man, his last glimmer of hope, walk away. "There is no stopping this persistant woman," the baby boy would think in despair. "Doesn't she know that my leg feels like a mashed banana?" The baby would increase the intensity and volume of his cries, but to no avail. The shoes were there to stay. "Hmmm...they are stylish little moccasins," the baby would think, as the last shudder of sorrow passed through his little body.
Just then a toddler boy passed by and his face lit up at the sight of the shoes. "Baby Beau has a skateboard," the toddler cried! The baby's previously anguished face turned into a benevolent smile at the idea of having skateboard shoes, and the poor, tired mother lifted her eyes to the heavens and thought, "Maybe this will work after all!"
So, as you might have guessed, Beau got his new shoes yesterday! Hooray! He is supposed to wear them for 23 hours a day, but his leg is so sensitive and bruised that I'm doing good to just have him wear them for twenty minutes at a time. The doctor said that's okay, and by a week he should be wearing them full time. Not wearing the shoes all the time is the number one cause of regression, and there is no way I want to do the casts again. So my mantra is "Because I love you, I will not give myself the power to take off your shoes." Dumb, maybe, but I want this to succeed, so that's what I'll tell myself when he's sick of his shoes. They are pretty stylish little things...check them out!
Can you see how bruised his leg is? Poor guy! He gets really mad when I touch it or bump it in any way. I think it'll be better in just a couple of days, though.
Inside the home, the baby, though an infant yet wise beyond his weeks, would see the man, his last glimmer of hope, walk away. "There is no stopping this persistant woman," the baby boy would think in despair. "Doesn't she know that my leg feels like a mashed banana?" The baby would increase the intensity and volume of his cries, but to no avail. The shoes were there to stay. "Hmmm...they are stylish little moccasins," the baby would think, as the last shudder of sorrow passed through his little body.
Just then a toddler boy passed by and his face lit up at the sight of the shoes. "Baby Beau has a skateboard," the toddler cried! The baby's previously anguished face turned into a benevolent smile at the idea of having skateboard shoes, and the poor, tired mother lifted her eyes to the heavens and thought, "Maybe this will work after all!"
So, as you might have guessed, Beau got his new shoes yesterday! Hooray! He is supposed to wear them for 23 hours a day, but his leg is so sensitive and bruised that I'm doing good to just have him wear them for twenty minutes at a time. The doctor said that's okay, and by a week he should be wearing them full time. Not wearing the shoes all the time is the number one cause of regression, and there is no way I want to do the casts again. So my mantra is "Because I love you, I will not give myself the power to take off your shoes." Dumb, maybe, but I want this to succeed, so that's what I'll tell myself when he's sick of his shoes. They are pretty stylish little things...check them out!
Can you see how bruised his leg is? Poor guy! He gets really mad when I touch it or bump it in any way. I think it'll be better in just a couple of days, though.
6 comments:
I'm so sorry, having a baby in pain is too much for any mother, and you have 3 (still can't get over that you have 3 - Inga had her second on Aug. 29th). My cousins little girl had to wear those shoes too, poor little thing.
I think the skateboard shoes are COOL! Way to go Beau! What a strong mommy you are!
Is the bruising because his leg was growing too fast in the cast? Poor thing. Both of you really. Hang in there and Beau- Hang 10! I think it looks like a surf board. Maybe a snowboard?
I love the first picture-he's definitely not a newborn anymore, he's starting to look so much older! What a cutie-pie face he has! Hopefully he'll get used to the shoes, at least on a tolerable level! And when it's all over, he won't remember any of it. :) Hope you're going well, Keri!
I know you don't know me, but we found your blog through friends. My daughter's son is going through the same thing as yours, but he's a few weeks behind. We appreciate so much being able to read your blog and to see what's coming up. I hope everything goes great for little Beau (and for you too!). Just know that you are a "good samaritan" (borrowing from the title I saw below). Thanks so much!
DELURKING here! :) You have a great blog and if you want to read mine I'll send ya an invite (jondace at gmail dot com).
Anyway, Jonathan's oldest sister, Erika, just went through all of that with her youngest son, Joel. Ugh. Poor you and poor Beau! I don't know if you need extra "support", but I can give you her email address if you want it.
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