Getting back on track blog-wise after the holidays has proven challenging. I'm hoping that posting something--no matter how long or short--will renew the posting habit. :)
The past month has been difficult since Bertrand's girlfriend Hannah passed away. The emotions involved have been hard and confusing.
Also emotionally complex has been Victoria's total eclipse of every milestone Bertrand ever accomplished. She has consistently stayed ahead of every development guide. Crawling at 5 months-old. Cruising at 7 months-old. And now at 8 months-old, she can crawl up stairs and just began using the sign for "milk". Of course, it's relieving in that we don't have to question her health. But, it's tough in that we've entered uncharted territory--we're essentially first time parents!
With that have come realizations about our limitations and desires as parents. While I've been acting as Bertrand's at-home therapist for 4 years, that is not the role I want. I want to be his mother--and Victoria's. With the ways things currently are, I feel as though I am failing at both roles. As hard as it is to say, I need help.
To clarify, I need help that doesn't come with strings attached.
So, put the word out, we're looking for a physical therapy student interested in working with Bertrand in the mornings before school, 5 days per week. The student would follow the program set forth by a licensed physical therapist at Now I Can.
Ideally I will put those hours to work on physical therapy for myself (to slow the disintegration of my knees), to dedicate more time for Victoria, or to improve my general sanity.
I'm terrified. Please wish us luck!