The doctor told me he had only had one other patient more difficult than Jonathan- you see, Jonathan would kick, kick, kick until he slipped those casts off. Then we had to drive back to the hospital for another casting. It happened at least once a week. I'd call and say, "It's Jonathan's mom." And they would say, "Come on in." He was a determined little fellow right from the beginning! :) (Huge thanks to Jeanelle, who lived close to the hospital. She often watched my other children & even taught them their lessons while I waited with Jonathan for his appointments. Dawn, I remember you helping often too. You rock!)
He wore these for a short time. It was NOT fun & I was thrilled when we went back to casts.
After several months, Jonathan started wearing a brace. He'd wear it for a long time but it was much easier to manage. Fewer doctor appointments. Yahoo! Of course, he still didn't want to wear this brace, especially in the summer, but I think it was less painful because he didn't take it off... as much. ;)
This was his favorite brace- camouflage:
Praising God for healing Jonathan! (And wasn't he a chunk when he was little?!)