It was a very strange day. Kingsley didn't want to take the casts off. He kind of gets set in his ways that way, once something is a certain way it has to be so. I don't think he was actually attached to them, but we did make the mistake of calling them 'Thomas blue' to match his Thomas costume and so he was very sad that he'd have to have his Thomas Casts taken off. He's very sad that Halloween is over.
His casts were cut off without any drama (though don't you have that moment of panic where you're sure that the saw is going to accidentally slice through skin??) and his surgeon came in to check on him and see how his legs had healed. She was very happy, they're straighter than even she thought they'd be able to be.
Kingsley lay there as the three of us stood over him - the man with the saw, the surgeon and I. I was watching his legs as we were chatting and suddenly I noticed something.
"He can't kick."
His surgeon tried to reassure me, he'd probably need some time to strengthen the muscles again, he'd get the strength back...
"No, I mean he couldn't kick. He can't do... that."
This whole thing came about because Kingsley has a bit of hamstring, but no quad. He can pull his legs up, but not put them back down. He bends at the knee, but not straighten. Not at all, ever. He pulls his legs up, bending his knees and unless gravity pulls them back down, they stay there, bent.
"IT'S A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE!!" the saw guy seriously said that with a huge grin and I almost high-fived him.
His surgeon thinks it's more likely that he was so tight he wasn't able to push back against it, but she couldn't say for sure. We will have to see what happens next.
I made him do it over and over and over and over. We got home and I made him keep doing it.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
I was so excited!
You know the term 'bittersweet'? It pretty much defines SB. Right in the middle of giving King another thumbs up for kicking me I heard this bored voice in the back of my head: so what?
Really, what does it matter? He isn't going to walk. He isn't going to stand. It's very sweet that something new and unexpected happened, that the surgery was such a success, but nothing really changed, that's the bitter truth.
Wahn, wahn, wahn....
I am very thankful that the surgery was such a success. I'm trying to see this new little movement as a sign that he really did need the surgery to happen. As a parent, entering the world of 'elective surgeries' is a very scary place to be. Potentially putting Kingsley through a surgery that ended up being useless somehow making things worse would be dreadful. That didn't happen, so huge sigh of relief there.
Before and After: the top is before, which should be obvious. This is as straight as his legs would be when he lay on his tummy. His feet are upside down, sorry, but you can still see how pronounced his 'ballerina foot' was compared to now when it's just a foot.
Tomorrow, we see his orthotist and he will be fitted for new AFO's and we will talk about RGO's. Kingsley has loved being able to be lifted into standing at any time with his full leg casts/splints on the last 5 weeks. He has finally expressed an interest in standing and walking, which has never happened before. This is perfectly timed with new gear that will get him more independently upright than his stander. He will need a lot of motivation to use RGO's and he seems to have it. Fingers crossed for our next adventure.