So not surprisingly our new little man lacks the ability to walk very far
or stand for any prolonged length of time.
If you ever wondered how important proper heart function is
let's just say it is up there.
It's kinda right up there with breathing.
Breathing is good.
Oxygen is our friend.
It's all I can do not to cry at the part in his file that talks about how when the other kids are roller skating he sits on the side and moves his feet back and forth and pretends to roller skate.
So as we begin to think about John's trip over to pick him up one of the things John will take with him alongside the portable oxygen and pulse oximeter is a stroller.
Adoption = walking.
Appointments, back to the hotel, through the airport, through the train station, appointments, appointments,
So I need you....my fellow adoptive posse.
I need your wisdom.
I need a stroller.
A stroller fit for an older child.
I have no idea how much he weighs right now.
If I had to guess I'd say somewhere in the neighborhood of 40 pds?
I know I can probably find one over there but honestly,
I don't want to risk it.
And I need something that is of good enough quality that it won't crumble beneath him the first time he sits down.
This mama has been out of stroller age for awhile now so I need you desperately.
In fact here is a photo of me the last time I had a child that was stroller age
Don't cha just love my hair?
I did it myself.
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