Look whose feet are back in view...

That's right...Luke's.


When we went back to the doctor for his first set of casts to be removed and his second set put on, the doctor was amazed at the progress of his feet. He at that point told us he was unsure if they were truly clubbed, or if it was just a positional problem from how he was during pregnancy. There was a greater chance of it being the latter given it was a twin pregnancy and therefor less room in utero and more squishing =). And seeing as how almost every ultrasound we had showed Luke pretty much head down in one position and Abbey sitting on him, we are tempted to believe this as well.

The doctor told us at that visit that Luke may not need the surgery after all, but that we would do 6 weeks of casts as planned, and then see how things looked. "Possibly" we could skip the surgery and second 6 week stint of casting, and go right to the braces/special shoes to wear for nights and naps...

Then this week we took him back in to have his second set of casts removed and third ones put on. They cut his casts off, and we had a bit of time to wait before the doctor came in to check him out. It was so sad to see how happy our son seemed. He kicked his little legs and wiggled his feet. He winced when we gently rubbed his little legs...they were so dry from the casting. He even had an open blister in his knee-pit, poor little guy.

We both enjoyed playing with him a bit while he was cast free. Then the doctor came in to take a look...

"What week are we on?"

"This was his second set..."

"Second?!?"

"Yes, he is here for his third set"

"Hmmm...." Doctor moves, twists, and turns Luke's feet all around, and then he says "Ok, I want to see you back in a week."

We both look at him and say "Sure, so now are we ready to start this weeks casts?"

And the doctor surprises us by saying "No, I am beginning to think we are over treating the situation... let's give him a week off and see how his feet do..."

I started crying right away. Had there not been a big exam table between us I would have jumped up and hugged the doctor.
(Probably a good thing there was a table...that doctor does not seem like the hugging type)

We were - of course- given precautions that Luke's feet very well could tighten up over the next week, and when we go in next we will find out that he does need to continue the casting. We are prepared for that.

But in the meantime, what a blessing.

That very night we came home and Lucas-Poocus and I took a nice bath together.

The very next day we had our newborn photo session, that had been scheduled 3 weeks prior.

The amazing thing about that is I had tried to get the photos done sooner, but we couldn't coordinate schedules with the photographer before this time...which ended up working out beautifully. The photos of our family include our son's chubby little legs, and adorable little toes, and no big ol' casts...glory to God.

Thank you to all who have so faithfully prayed for our sons feet. We have been preparing ourselves since we found out at 17 weeks pregnant for a long road of casting, surgery, more casting, and braces. So many of you -like my dear sweet bloggy friend Lori - have so faithfully prayed for a healing.

This may or may not be a healing completely, but this weeks reprieve feels like a big win. And we are not afraid to hope for this to be the end of our visits to this doctor.

Thanks be to God.