I held him from school again and Mr. Yoy and I spent the morning trying to get him to take some steps.
He was hysterical and begging me to help him. I had to look away as I was becoming visibly upset.
Little E was getting no better, so I called the pediatrician. We went back in and she got him to stand unassisted on the exam table claiming it was a "magic" table. It worked!
But he was still unwilling to take steps. I think he's scared.
Dr. K referred us to a pediatric orthopedist and I made an appointment for tomorrow morning.
He scooted around the hardwoods for most of the afternoon. It was like having a baby again.
After dinner, I was cleaning up the kitchen when Little E came walking in, very nonchalantly, to show me his hex bug toy.
LITTLE E! YOU ARE WALKING! DOES IT HURT?
He smiled proudly.
ONLY A LITTLE.
It's a miracle! Relief flooded my body. I had held myself back from googling his symptoms on the internet, but it was getting harder to keep those dark doubts from entering my mind.
I still plan on taking him to the doctor tomorrow morning. Unless he awakes doing jazzercise or some other crazy sh*t.
Waiting for the bus to drop off Big E.