Talitha goes in to the hospital tomorrow for her weekly visit.
We are hoping for some weight gain. The nausea is less than before so we're hoping she can start getting some meat on her bones.
After reading scriptures together this morning, we got ready for family prayer and told Talitha that it was time to pray. She quickly said, "I coming" and then crawled over to sit by her mom. She continues to surprise us with what she says. We're so grateful her mind is working and coordinating well with her ability to talk, especially after the surgery initially caused her to go mute.
Some days, I can tell she's anxious to learn to walk again. Her legs seem to move just fine but she hasn't regained the balance or the confidence she had for those four months between when she learned to walk and when the surgery happened.
Like so many other things in life, I think it will just be a matter of time.