We've got a few doctor's appointments this week- one with the ortho team and another with an endocrinologist. We'll let you know if we learn anything new. Tomorrow, hopefully, we get to take off her Pavlik harness. She's been wearing it a few weeks to immobilize her legs, mostly for comfort. After marinating in breast milk and baby grime for 4 weeks, I'm excited to give her a bath.

It's been a month without any big fractures, which is reason to celebrate.

We've been overwhelmed by all the support we've received through this. Family/Friends new and old, near and distant, you've all been awesome. And we love you.

Now, here's today's antidote to cabin fever:

The Summer Day

Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean--
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down--
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is is you plan to do
With your one wild and precious life?

Mary Oliver