This One…

This one.

Miss 7 of 8.

We are in the midst of trying to make some physical and occupational therapy decisions for her.

You can read more about her journey here.

These are the kinds of mommy decisions that require a completely different level of wisdom.

As in, wisdom I don’t have.

But am praying for.

She’s hit a plateau lately when it comes to progress in her present forms of therapy. Her little left arm remains something of an afterthought to her. She navigates most of her world right-handed. And likes it that way.

But her therapists and I want to see that left hand used as much as possible.

She does not share our vision.

So we’re looking into other avenues and thinking outside the box.

And praying.

Praying for wisdom.

I suppose other parents have to deal with an issue of mine;  I don’t think I’m alone in this.

I’m very attached to 7 of 8’s present physical therapist and occupational therapist.  As is 7 of 8.

And the thought of changing therapy groups is a bit paralyzing to me.  I trust these two therapists.  I admire and respect them.

I love them.

For us, they are treasured members of our extended family.

And I know they are crazy about 7 of 8, that they want what will allow her to go as far as she can in her recovery.

But I struggle with considering taking 7 of 8 to someone else.  And I struggle with how hard that would be for her.  And I struggle with knowing that this physical therapist and this occupational therapist wouldn’t suggest it if they didn’t feel 7 of 8 would have benefit from different types of therapy.

It’s complicated.

Attachment and advocacy.  Pushing and preserving.

We’ll figure it out.  God always shows up.

And in the interim, I’ll just take cute pictures of her in her oldest sister’s favorite outfit from the same age.

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