Rory Emerson turned 2.5 today. I took these photographs of him almost a year ago. These are some of my favorite Rory moments. He is pure light and love and unbridled joy. When I took these pictures, I did not really know what to expect for Rory's future, so I am not entirely sure whether or not I am surprised by where Rory is now. If there is anything this boy has taught me it is living in the moment. Many things have happened for our Roo bear in the past six months. He is crawling on all fours. He is responding to language. He is using a few words and gestures to communicate. He is sitting up on his own. He received an official diagnosis of Diplegic Spastic Cerebral Palsy. He has several pieces of supportive equipment such as a Spio suit, a medical walker and AFO's that have greatly enhanced his mobility. He is receiving regular chiropractic care and bi-weekly acupuncture, and Chinese herbal supplements and we have noticed undeniable changes in him since beginning these alternative therapies. These are all good things.
We are also in the beginning stages of transitioning him from home-based therapy to developmental preschool and in six short months, provided all goes as planned, I will most likely be sending one of my children to school for the very first time. I am not going to lie, it is terrifying. I sometimes feel as if I have been backed into a corner by Rory's diagnosis, forced to give up a lifestyle I love, a philosophy I believe in, and, most importantly, precious time with my child, to do what is best for him. But I will always, always do what is best for him. Even when I hate it and it sucks. At 2.5, Rory lights up any room he is in. He has the best smile and the best kisses and the best hugs. When he reaches for you, you reach back. You can't help it. You can have your hands full and be running late to something important and really have to pee and you will still drop everything and take that baby in your arms because you just can't walk away. He can entertain himself for hours. He can destroy a room in minutes. He can shriek like a pterodactyl. He still does not take his newfound mobility for granted and he will often look at your with a look of total surprise and pleasure as he crawls purposefully around the room. His ringlets and his big hazel eyes draw attention wherever we go and he never fails to make friends with his charming personality. Rory lives life to the fullest and I am so pleased to be a part of his journey. Happy half birthday to my littlest little.
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WHO AM I?
I am Michelle: a wannabe hippie in love with a bonafide geek. We also spawned. I spend my days with our four wild, beautiful boy children and I overshare about our life online because I am a Millennial and that is what we do.
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