...At the end of this very busy tunnel!
I've been absent. Sorry. Life is BUSY. Probably a teensy bit over busy. But, the light is getting brighter! It's a WARM light....at least 75 degrees of warmth. That's because the light is shining all the way from Alabama and Florida!
We leave at the butt-crack of dawn for our visit with "Southern Grandma and Grandpa", and then on to DISNEY WORLD!
Of course, packing for nearly two weeks away only adds to the extreme wackiness. And working ahead so that I don't have a panic attack at the sight of my desk upon my November 12th return increases the current chaos.
BUT THERE IS A WARM LIGHT!!! (High of 76 when we land in Nashville on Wednesday!)
Our second child, otherwise known as "the laptop", will be making the journey with us, so hopefully I can blog a bit during the down time. If not, you know why I'm being a cyber stranger.
Love y'all!
Monday, October 29, 2007
A Morning In The Life of Ellie
1. Don't get out of pajamas!
2. Start out at the island...
3. Crawl to the patio door...
4. Bask in the sunshine...
5. Find Daddy's remote and watch some TV!
2. Start out at the island...
3. Crawl to the patio door...
4. Bask in the sunshine...
5. Find Daddy's remote and watch some TV!
Friday, October 19, 2007
Brace Yourself!
We picked up Ellie's "nana shoes" last week. We call her new AFO's (ankle-foot-orthosis, otherwise known as leg braces) that, because they have a picture of a ballerina on the back heel, and Ellie's word for balleriNA is "nana". The AFOs are supposed to provide support to her ankles, which tend to bend outward. They are also supposed to stretch out her hamstrings, to make them less tight. Lastly, the braces are supposed to keep her from "walking" or standing on her tippy-toes, which is what Ellie does naturally.
We've only had them a few days, so the jury's still out on their worth. The great thing is that she doesn't mind wearing them (except when she's on the floor, trying to crawl, cuz they impede her speed!). I'm especially thankful for this because she's supposed to wear them EIGHT HOURS A DAY. Ack! A couple of our therapists have suggested that she sleep in them, which makes my mom-heart cringe. It just seems so wrong to force your toddler to sleep with metal and plastic velcroed to her leg. We're supposed to introduce the AFOs gradually, so it won't be for a few weeks until she'd hit the 8-hour mark anyway.
As with any equipment, it's pretty stinkin' cute on the Ellster!
We've only had them a few days, so the jury's still out on their worth. The great thing is that she doesn't mind wearing them (except when she's on the floor, trying to crawl, cuz they impede her speed!). I'm especially thankful for this because she's supposed to wear them EIGHT HOURS A DAY. Ack! A couple of our therapists have suggested that she sleep in them, which makes my mom-heart cringe. It just seems so wrong to force your toddler to sleep with metal and plastic velcroed to her leg. We're supposed to introduce the AFOs gradually, so it won't be for a few weeks until she'd hit the 8-hour mark anyway.
As with any equipment, it's pretty stinkin' cute on the Ellster!
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Two Milestones
I know that the "standing milestone" isn't new, but it it's still fun to post pics of Little Miss Strong Legs:
Now, the "nose pickin' milestone" is definitely new!
I know that fingers-up-the-nose would be highly annoying and embarrassing to most of you, but to us, it's FANTASTIC! It means that Ellie is isolating her pointer finger, which is something we've been working on for more than a year. When she points, she uses her entire hand. But, in the past couple of weeks, we've noticed that she's now using a couple of fingers at a time to point. Then, the other day, I caught her doing this, and erupted in elation! You don't hear a mom say, "Pick your nose again, baby!" very often!
Now, the "nose pickin' milestone" is definitely new!
I know that fingers-up-the-nose would be highly annoying and embarrassing to most of you, but to us, it's FANTASTIC! It means that Ellie is isolating her pointer finger, which is something we've been working on for more than a year. When she points, she uses her entire hand. But, in the past couple of weeks, we've noticed that she's now using a couple of fingers at a time to point. Then, the other day, I caught her doing this, and erupted in elation! You don't hear a mom say, "Pick your nose again, baby!" very often!
Monday, October 1, 2007
Our Movie Star Therapists!
I dare you to watch this video and not cry!
I've blogged about The Movement Centre before, and praised it till high heavens. Because I LOVE it there. I love their philosophy. I love our therapists (Gemma works with Ellie every week! Isn't her accent cool?!). I love how much everyone loves Ellie and wants to see her succeed. I love being able to spend Tuesday mornings with moms of other "special" kids.
AND, that's Ellie's neurologist on film too (Dr. Joshi)!
Ellie and I were actually asked to interview for this video, but my schedule was so crazy that week, I couldn't find the time to make an extra trip to Winnipeg. Oh well... We wouldn't want Ellie to suffer from "Child Star Syndrome" anyway...
I've blogged about The Movement Centre before, and praised it till high heavens. Because I LOVE it there. I love their philosophy. I love our therapists (Gemma works with Ellie every week! Isn't her accent cool?!). I love how much everyone loves Ellie and wants to see her succeed. I love being able to spend Tuesday mornings with moms of other "special" kids.
AND, that's Ellie's neurologist on film too (Dr. Joshi)!
Ellie and I were actually asked to interview for this video, but my schedule was so crazy that week, I couldn't find the time to make an extra trip to Winnipeg. Oh well... We wouldn't want Ellie to suffer from "Child Star Syndrome" anyway...
There's Something In The Water
I'm experiencing a strange set of emotions. I'm not sure how to describe them. Jealousy? Panic? Contemplation? Anger? Fear? What's the word for all of those combined?
Jealacontangear.
THAT'S what I'm feeling!
My friends are starting to have second or third babies. Oh, some are still pleading with God to give them their first (and I scream out with them). And some are grieving profound and indescribable losses (and, man, do I grieve with them). But many are peeing on that stick, and for the second or third time, are seeing two lines.
I am thrilled for each one of them. For true. I believe that there is nothing worse than broken dreams of a family. Whether those dreams are broken by infertility or miscarriage or death, the loss is so real and deep. And I wouldn't wish that pain on my worst enemy. So, my heart genuinely leaps for joy when someone I love announces that their dream is fulfilled.
But, my flawed and selfish human brain is quick to turn the situation over to MYSELF, and ask, "What about MY family dream?"
I know that there's a part of me that will always be jealous of those who are able to conceive. I've had my chance, I realize, and I love Ellie with all my heart. But, there is a loss, knowing that I will never be pregnant again. I know that I'm especially jealous that my fertile friends don't have to think about fetal alcohol syndrome or lack of infant stimulation in an orphanage or the challenges of interracial families or how they're going to raise $20,000 to buy a baby, as those are concerns of adoptive parents. I'm jealous of friends who have healthy full-term babies and experience what it's like to leave the hospital on day three WITH their screaming, baby acne-ed infant.
There's also a part of me that panics every time I hear another announcement. I'm not sure why. Perhaps because it forces me to think about MY family, and the possibility of growing it. I like the status quo. I like Ellie as a fairly-easy-to-carry-around 2 year old. I like not having to think about the future, and what that holds. I like not answering the questions of how we'd handle two or how much Ellie would love a sibling.
These announcements also force me to contemplate what I (we) WANT for our future family. Do I really want another one? Can I handle the lack of sleep again? Can I deal with the temper tantrums? Can I handle the paperwork of adoption? Can I take on the complexities of a biracial family? My head starts spinning. And upon the onset of the "thinking headache" I feel...
...angry. Plain ole pissed off that *I* got this bum luck (although, deep down, I know it has nothing to do with luck). That MY babies cost $20,000 when everyone else's are free (notice how anger breeds the "everyone else syndrome"?). That everyone else can have wild sex and be pregnant the next day. It all gets me seething.
In the midst of the anger, I'm usually intellectually sober enough to realize that the underlying emotion in everything having to do with babies is FEAR. I'm scared. I'm scared of not being able to handle it. I'm scared of having to go on Zoloft again, in order to bypass a nervous breakdown. I'm scared of sleepless nights. I'm scared of neglecting Ellie. I'm scared of neglecting Number Two. I'm scared of being completely broke. I'm scared of how I'm going to manage hauling a baby to all of Ellie's therapy. I'm scared of not being able to go back to work. I'm scared of the day when Number Two asks me why she looks different than mommy and daddy. I'm scared of Ellie thinking that she wasn't good enough so we had to "get" another baby. I'm scared that Richard and I will never hold hands again, because we'll spend the next twenty years holding our children's. I'm scared that we WON'T adopt, and that Ellie will have to grow up alone, and one day Richard and I will be old and senile, living in Fernwood, and Ellie won't know what to do, and no one will be around to help her. I'm scared that family vacations will be boring because Ellie won't have anyone to play with. I'm scared that God has a baby out there for us, and because of my fear, she'll be an orphan forever.
In a nutshell, I've got a severe case of Jealacontangear today.
Jealacontangear.
THAT'S what I'm feeling!
My friends are starting to have second or third babies. Oh, some are still pleading with God to give them their first (and I scream out with them). And some are grieving profound and indescribable losses (and, man, do I grieve with them). But many are peeing on that stick, and for the second or third time, are seeing two lines.
I am thrilled for each one of them. For true. I believe that there is nothing worse than broken dreams of a family. Whether those dreams are broken by infertility or miscarriage or death, the loss is so real and deep. And I wouldn't wish that pain on my worst enemy. So, my heart genuinely leaps for joy when someone I love announces that their dream is fulfilled.
But, my flawed and selfish human brain is quick to turn the situation over to MYSELF, and ask, "What about MY family dream?"
I know that there's a part of me that will always be jealous of those who are able to conceive. I've had my chance, I realize, and I love Ellie with all my heart. But, there is a loss, knowing that I will never be pregnant again. I know that I'm especially jealous that my fertile friends don't have to think about fetal alcohol syndrome or lack of infant stimulation in an orphanage or the challenges of interracial families or how they're going to raise $20,000 to buy a baby, as those are concerns of adoptive parents. I'm jealous of friends who have healthy full-term babies and experience what it's like to leave the hospital on day three WITH their screaming, baby acne-ed infant.
There's also a part of me that panics every time I hear another announcement. I'm not sure why. Perhaps because it forces me to think about MY family, and the possibility of growing it. I like the status quo. I like Ellie as a fairly-easy-to-carry-around 2 year old. I like not having to think about the future, and what that holds. I like not answering the questions of how we'd handle two or how much Ellie would love a sibling.
These announcements also force me to contemplate what I (we) WANT for our future family. Do I really want another one? Can I handle the lack of sleep again? Can I deal with the temper tantrums? Can I handle the paperwork of adoption? Can I take on the complexities of a biracial family? My head starts spinning. And upon the onset of the "thinking headache" I feel...
...angry. Plain ole pissed off that *I* got this bum luck (although, deep down, I know it has nothing to do with luck). That MY babies cost $20,000 when everyone else's are free (notice how anger breeds the "everyone else syndrome"?). That everyone else can have wild sex and be pregnant the next day. It all gets me seething.
In the midst of the anger, I'm usually intellectually sober enough to realize that the underlying emotion in everything having to do with babies is FEAR. I'm scared. I'm scared of not being able to handle it. I'm scared of having to go on Zoloft again, in order to bypass a nervous breakdown. I'm scared of sleepless nights. I'm scared of neglecting Ellie. I'm scared of neglecting Number Two. I'm scared of being completely broke. I'm scared of how I'm going to manage hauling a baby to all of Ellie's therapy. I'm scared of not being able to go back to work. I'm scared of the day when Number Two asks me why she looks different than mommy and daddy. I'm scared of Ellie thinking that she wasn't good enough so we had to "get" another baby. I'm scared that Richard and I will never hold hands again, because we'll spend the next twenty years holding our children's. I'm scared that we WON'T adopt, and that Ellie will have to grow up alone, and one day Richard and I will be old and senile, living in Fernwood, and Ellie won't know what to do, and no one will be around to help her. I'm scared that family vacations will be boring because Ellie won't have anyone to play with. I'm scared that God has a baby out there for us, and because of my fear, she'll be an orphan forever.
In a nutshell, I've got a severe case of Jealacontangear today.
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