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		<title>By: WunderKraut.com &#187; Did You Know I Am a Sentimental Fool?</title>
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		<description>[...] WunderKid 3 was born with a clubbed left foot. I have written about her progress many times (see here, here, here, here and here). Seeing her walk made me think of how I felt the day she was born. We had no idea about her foot until they put her on the warming table to clean her up. The nurse casually said, &#8220;We have a clubbed left foot&#8221;. I was floored. What did that mean? Then I saw it! Oh my. Would she ever walk? Was it fixable? What was involved in fixing her foot? How long would it take? So many questions. WunderWife was wheeled to recovery only knowing her foot was clubbed. She wanted to know if everything else was ok, but being a bass-ackward hospital, she was in recovery for over an hour. I was alone with WunderKid 3 all that time. I held her and looked at her face. I never looked at her foot. It did not matter, she was perfect to me. I know a clubbed foot is not a &#8220;big deal&#8221; in the scheme of things, but it threw me for a loop. But as I held her and showed her off to the family, I knew I was going to have to tell them. We have video of me holding her before I told the family. Looking at it now you can see the pain and worry written all over my face. As I looked down at my beautiful daughter, I thought of a million ways to tell everyone. I knew all their questions, I had the same ones. But I had no answers. [...]</description>
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