I had debated writing earlier this week and titling it “Going Off the Rails on a Crazy Train”, because I feel like I’m riding an emotional rollercoaster.  One moment, I’m in despair that Harry can’t do anything, and the next he does something incredible.  Monday’s OT session was horrific; Harry cried absolutely uncontrollably the whole time.  Over the weekend and into the week he must have been growing or teething because he just seemed miserable.  Then, on Thursday, he woke up and was his amazing self again.  We went to PT and he worked so hard.  His head control was the best I’ve ever seen it at an extreme angle.   Later on that night, he let go of my hand and stood perfectly still for about ten seconds.  I tried on Friday to get a picture of him standing without support but it was just too difficult without another person.  So I grabbed Josh and we set it up, and Harry began to walk.  The problem was that we were at the top of the driveway, and the incline was too steep so Harry bailed quickly.  We like to strike while the iron is hot, so we relocated and started rolling on the sidewalk.  Harry walked.  He walked without help.  He walked without diving in the direction he wanted to go.  He walked and then he turned.  He cried in the beginning then enjoyed himself.  HE WALKED BEFORE HIS SECOND BIRTHDAY, what I’ve been hoping for.  I sobbed.  My neighbor across the street just told me today she happened to catch it and sobbed.  I don’t think I’ll ever be able to put that moment into words.  Let’s keep this crazy train rolling.