Little E miraculously began walking again yesterday evening. I was so relieved.
But by this morning, he had reverted back to crawling around on the floor. We were definitely headed to the doctor.
After poking and prodding of Little E's knee, he was diagnosed with a knee sprain. The doctor brought in a leg immobilizer for Little to wear.
Little E immediately went on high alert.
I WILL LOOK AT IT BUT I'M NOT WEARING IT.
He said this around 1,000 times. They had Little E lay down on the table and they fitted him for the leg immobilizer. He became more and more agitated. By the time I had put him down on the floor to test out his new bionic leg, he had gone postal.
TAKE IT OFF! TAKE IT OFF! OH-OH! TAKE IT OFF!
It sort of sounded like the Taylor Swift song.
The doctor told Little E that if he took it off and Little E walked, he would not have to wear it home.
WELL, I CAN WALK ON CARPET. IN MY HOUSE. NOT HERE.
He was negotiating. The doctor was impressed.
OH. THIS IS NOTHING. YOU SHOULD HEAR HIS BROTHER AND HIS DAD.
In this end, we left the office with the leg immobilizer on. Little E screamed bloody murder through the office, into the waiting room, onto the elevator, and into the magnificently echoing parking deck.
Strangers glared at me. I glared back. I've been carrying this kid around all week. He's going to walk now.
And walk he did. Unassisted. He may even go back to school tomorrow.
Another happy customer.
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