Today, Jett and I had an appointment with his physical therapist. She had us come to discuss future equipment options. I have to say that I wasn't too excited to go to this appointment for obvious reasons. It just became too real for me. It absolutely breaks my heart that my son won't ever walk. As other kids are outside running around in the sunshine, we were inside a hospital picking out the "best" wheelchair. The physical therapist could tell that I was a little shaken, although I was trying to stay upbeat. Jett, however, seems to always know when to lighten the mood. As tears began to well up in my eyes, he had the BIGGEST blow-out I have ever witnessed. I don't think any of it even made it in the diaper! Immediately my attention was on him and not the wheelchairs. Thank you Jett! He knew that I needed to be distracted at that exact moment. I can't say that it was fun cleaning poo off of his entire body, but it at least gave me a good laugh.
The picture below is what we'll most likely be getting for Jett. For right now, however, I'm not ready for it. He's still my baby and I want to keep it that way for as long as I can. I'll slowly come to grips with the reality of the situation, but for now I'll continue to dream of him running up and down a soccer field, or playing hockey, or throwing a football. That day will come and I can't wait.
