Asa was on his feet but I was only holding him with one hand. He was wobblely and squealing. I was still half way down and in pain! Both of us were fussing and crying!
I got him back up and carried him to the back door where he happily sat and kicked the back door. Thank heavens I finally got him interested in something so I could evaluate myself! I had a stabbing, shooting pain in my lower back and down my right hip and leg.
In my agony I realized how much Asa depends on my body. His body won't let him go and do so he points and I carry him. Up and down the stairs. Into the yard to see the trees and leaves. I pick him up into his high chair. I sit him down to scoot and play. I lift him into the van and into his carseat. I never really thought about this before.
Sure he has an adaptive stroller but it weighs nearly 50 lbs so it stays in the van. He has a gait trainer but mainly uses it as therapy not a way to get around. At 3 years old and 30 lbs I guess I didn't think he was to big to carry around all day and most of the night. Turns out I was wrong. I guess I'll be using our equipment as routine now.
My back feels better today. Sore but less stabbing pains. I've been on a heating pad all night and day though. I didn't go to the doctor. I'm guessing they'd just give me muscle relaxers that would leave me unable to take care of Asa so I'm sticking to the heating pad and ibuprofen. So far so good!
I was really hoping I had many more years before I started breaking down. Maybe I'll try that whole exercise and healthy diet thing. Afterall, I'm no longer just thinking of myself!