Thursday, March 20, 2014

Oh Look, I Wrote Something

Let's see...
Where did we last leave off?
I have no idea.

Pretty much my entire family - and by entire family I mean my mom and my sisters and my brother and my nieces and nephews and myself - got sick and almost died.  We're okay now but there was a moment or several where we weren't sure what way it would go.

My sweet cousin brought me Baskin Robins mint chocolate chip ice cream because she loves me and knows it's my favorite.  She brought it to me over a week ago and I ate some tonight for the first time.

I made the best spaghetti sauce from scratch - it was amazing - really.

Jason spends a little bit of time every single day discussing the love lives of the characters from the newest Disney Jr. show 'Sheriff Callie.'  Tonight while we were eating dinner he googled the show and found out that he was in fact right: Sheriff Callie and her deputy Peck have a little bit of something going on.

(Oh my goodness - this man makes me laugh.)

Emily has had an ear infection forever, and has been on two different antibiotics.
She broke her eardrum when she fell and developed an infection and can't shake it.
She's also got a rash that we can't figure out...she's had it for a few weeks.
We'll go back to the pediatrician again in a few days and see if we can figure out what's going on with our sweet girl.

She is, as usual, such a happy sweet girl - and she loves being outside.
The weather can't warm up fast enough for her.

We recently got Em a new bed - again.
This one will stay - regardless of what Em thinks of it.
This girl.
If she's not snuggled up to her daddy or me she doesn't sleep well.
We've been grateful that we have a king size bed - even though it doesn't seem nearly big enough when Em's stretched out.

At the very least, I can sleep comfortably in this new bed.

Overall our little family is doing well...and we're grateful for that.

Thanks for checking in...

Monday, March 10, 2014

Taking A Deep Breath and Moving Forward

"Mommy why does Em have a broken heart?"
That's what my niece Sami asked her mom.

"Because that's what Heavenly Father decided Em needed to come to this earth with," is how my sister responded.

"But I don't have a broken heart," Sami said.

"No, you have a tone.  Em has a heart that needs help and you have a tone that needs help."

"Ya ya ya," is what Sami ended the conversation with.

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It seems that this past weekend was filled with big neon signs pointing directly to Em's little heart and all that comes with it, and it left me wanting to curl up with the blanket my grandma made me when I was a little girl and have a good cry.

On Sunday I took Em into the Mother's Room at church to feed her.  We walked in and found three sweet babies being nursed.
I sat Em on the diaper changing table and hooked her feeding tube up and fed her and then left the room as fast as I could.
I went back to where Jason was and whispered to him, "that was a teeny bit hard on me today."

I watched through a window as Em played with about 12 other kids her age - and as I listened to all of them talking my heart felt a little twinge of sadness.

Combined with a few other things that are just hard sometimes, I went to bed last night with wet cheeks.

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I'm sure it's a normal parent emotion - this that I'm feeling right now...
Parenting is not for the faint of heart is it?

Today I read through the official report from the team of doctors we saw a few weeks ago regarding Em's feeding/speech/etc.

One of the doctors said, "Emily has a severe oral aversion that is not common."

I knew that, but to see it and the rest of her medical history printed in black and white ... it's good she came to earth fighting.

It's knowing how hard she has to fight that makes me a sucker for Em's eyes and her silent but incredibly loud way of asking for things.

Like these cardboard stand-ups:

Sunday, March 2, 2014

Emily's First Real Injury

It would seem that Emily thinks she can fly.
There is no other explanation as to why she climbed to the top of our couch and dove off - head first.

She is more bothered by the flash from the camera than the bump on her head.

She landed on tile.
I wasn't home but from what I've been told, there were lots of tears.
With good reason.

We ended up taking her to the after hours pediatrician just to make sure she was okay.
The nurse took one look at her head and said, "You're the first mom who hasn't exaggerated the size of a goose egg."

We kept an eye on her that night to make sure she didn't have any problems associated with the fall, but she recovered well.

This picture was taken the next day:

With the right lighting you can see that the entire left side of her forehead is bruised - and that bruise goes all the way to her nose and under her eye.
We've been warned that her eye will likely turn black.

Poor sweet girl.

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In other news, I'll be buying a big padded rug to put behind the couch...and maybe a parachute.