Firsts. We long for them. We wait for them. Even dream about them. Practice over and over to get them. Then wait some more. And finally, when you least expect it, one happens in the blink of an eye. Our morning was blessed with a first and it's almost impossible to sit still long enough to make this post as I am beside myself with pure joy.
Oia had PT this morning, the usual hour of CME. Our main focus for Oia right now is her posture; hip alignment and bearing weight equally throughout her legs (she favors the left side of her body) as well as shifting weight appropriately to step up and down steps. This is not easy. At all. Especially the down part. BUT, she is getting stronger and better by the day and this morning was proof.
Oia successfully stepped down from 1 step to the floor, unassisted, with no handrails or a hand held, and she remained standing tall once both feet were on the ground!
I cheered. Screamed really. And I'm not ashamed to admit that I swallowed back some tears before cheering some more.
Oia's PT is wonderfully challenging for Oia and she insisted that Oia try for a second success. Oia tried and failed. A third attempt...success. Fourth, fifth and sixth attempts...success yet again. This. is. huge. We have been practicing this for several months.
Oia's one step down today is literally one step towards a more enjoyable trip to the playground or a safer, more enjoyable walk anywhere outdoors, a safer walk in public places. Heck, it means Oia can one day come downstairs from her own bedroom without our help. In simplest form, this is one teeny-tiny step towards Oia's independence and that is why just one step feels so significant.
To say the least, I'm over the moon happy and so darn proud.
Hats off to you, Oia Lee!