Guest guest Posted November 17, 2005 Report Share Posted November 17, 2005 Oh Goodie is this where I jump out of my seat with my hand in the air yelling ME ME ME ME ME ME ME!!!!!!!! Oh dear Lost737370 whomever you are, my heart goes out to you and there is a million things I want to say but alas where would I begin? Let me begin with Everett Mark, my resident little 2 year old elf with yellow hair and a big round pot belly who does clown tricks and sings goofy little Bop-Bop songs and tries to ride his car naked like a skate board and squints up his little eyes with is toy gun yelling Pow Pow and falling over when we shoot back with our fingers and he slithers on his belly saying Snake Snake Snake attacking our feet and gargles his milk and eats hot sauce with his corn chips and calls everything sweet " Cake " ........the little man who keeps us rolling with laughter in such ways as we never imagined and fills a void in our hearts that we didn't now existed until he arrived !!!! Everett is my 2nd son to be born with Club Foot and I cannot imagine life with out him, club footed and all. is my oldest. He is 7 year old. He was born with club foot, also, and at the time it did seem like the end of the world, but it wasn't. Today is my Brainiac child, as serious in nature as Everett is clown-ish. And in March, some where around March 1st, I am expecting my 3rd son....and he will be born with his brother's kiss of two crooked feet. And already I know this child who hicups and rolls about inside of me and who gets excited when I eat and likes me to play Big Band music through the little head-set I wear around my every growing belly for him to listen to. Already I cannot imagine life with out him, either - nor life with out his two clubbed feet. Now this all sounds wonderfully sugar coated, so let me add my little disclaimer to all this: When was born, I was very upset and hurt and confused but eventually you learn the child is not a Case Of Club Foot. He is your child, your flesh and blood, a living breathing soul and what the hell is a couple crooked feet in the scheme of things? And with Everett - crap I said, another set of club feet but OH well....we got it taken care of. And then recently as a few days ago I learned #3 here also has club foot and I bawled my eyes out mad at the world for about a day and then it was, " OH WELL " again because these are my children and I love them because after all, What's not to love? Would I turn ANY of them away? Oh God no. Club foot isn't the end of the world, it's not a shame, it's not a crime, it's not a death sentense nor even life in prison because there is a wonderful old man named Dr. Ponseti who figured out it didn't have to be a life-sentence and through his work, our children quickly recover and that's just all there is to it. It's one or both feet that grew a little funky in the womb then you go get them fixed and before they start Kindergarten the whole thing is ancient history that you seldome think about anymore. So what if you have another? Chances are greater that you won't. Having more than one is sort of a freak accident, but ask yourself truely, so what if you do have another one? Would you trade in your first child knowing it had club foot? Hardly. So why trade in his sibling? What is it exactly you're really afraid of? And do you not trust the Good Lord to bless your family through the experience of it ? Honey, God doesn't make junk. Your child is perfect, as will be any other children you might concieve. s. chances of a second child with CF Does anyone know what the chances of having a second child with Clubfoot? I'm really not taking it very well and I'm scared if my husband and I have another child it will have the same problem.I've already told him I dont want any more children because of this reason Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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