I was at the bathroom counter this morning "putting my face on," as my mother-in-law says, and Reid's leg kept catching my eye. I left it on the counter to dry after cleaning it last night.
Seeing a free standing leg on the bathroom counter isn't as strange as it may sound. It's such a part of our everyday lives that I forget it's surprising to other people. To me, it feels like everyone probably has a fiberglass leg sitting around their house (or on one of their children).
What the leg really got me thinking about this morning was finding out about Reid's condition. It was never detected in an ultrasound.
Spencer had class the night Reid was born. He called his professor to tell him he wouldn't be there. His professor came back with some flippant remark about making sure he had all ten fingers and ten toes. So Spencer, with plans to report back to his professor, counted them first thing. It was quite a surprise when Spencer announced that he was a little short in the toe department.
We actually got a little laugh out of it and still didn't think too much of it until further examination. It was WAY more than just a missing toe. Amputation was a hard pill to swallow when you're coming off of pregnancy hormones.
I had no idea at the time that a prosthetic leg on the bathroom counter would be so commonplace that I would rarely even notice it.
Spencer's professor followed up about the fingers and toes. I can only imagine how awkward that conversation played out.