We spent Memorial Day with my aunt and uncle.
Ready for the trip home.
This is just for Dad...look at how much her hair curls up here!
The life and adventures of two former MK's...and their new additions. Our first daughter was born full-term on Jan 19, 2009 and 10 short months later, our micro-preemie was born Nov 6, 2009 at 24w3d and 1 pound 6 ounces. Read her story and our journey below.
Friday, June 04, 2010
Still in SF
Is this kid teething or what? Check out that drool line! Two molars pushing through although one might be coming out the side...sad. K is terrible at teething so that means a fever, crabbies, constipation, and did I mention crabbies?
We spent Memorial Day with my aunt and uncle.
Ready for the trip home.
This is just for Dad...look at how much her hair curls up here!
We spent Memorial Day with my aunt and uncle.
Ready for the trip home.
This is just for Dad...look at how much her hair curls up here!
Monday, May 31, 2010
If You're Going to San Francisco...
...then wear only a diaper and help Grandma clean.
I still think this is a hilarious look.
Well, I decided to leave early to make our first trip out of the LA basin. M was assigned a bunch of overtime and I wasn't going to wait around just to leave. So the girls and I took off at 6:30pm Sunday. An hour and a half later, Em was crying (hungry an hour early of course) and I needed gas and to use the bathroom. Have you ever wondered how a mom with a 3 month old baby and a 16 month old toddler in the car is supposed to run in and go to the bathroom? Yeah, neither had I. Good thing it was night and I grew up in Africa...we'll leave it there.
Anyway, the stop was chaotic to say the least and I almost panicked and headed home. Then I looked at K dancing to the music while I fed Em in a booth at Wendy's and I got the biggest smile on my face. Suddenly my perspective changed. I realized I had just created a wonderful memory for my image gallery and if I wanted to have a million big adventures the girls, we had to start somewhere. For seven months, I have prayed for and dreamed about being free and taking Emily places and here I was doing it, so I certainly wasn't going to let myself quit on our first try. And the rest of the trip was completely uneventful. :)
The only funny thing that happened was that I was listening to a preacher on the radio and K woke up and said, "uh-oh", so I turned it off and asked her what was wrong. To which she responded by going back to sleep. We repeated this about three times before I realized she was telling me she couldn't sleep with the preacher on. I turned it off and prayed God would keep me awake without any stimulation for the rest of the night. Miracles still happen on a daily basis. God is good.
As I stared down I-5 for hours on end and felt the tension start to leave, I realized something...I have been in survival mode for so long that I am exhausted. If you have been through something horrible, you know what I am talking about. That mode where all you can think about is getting to the next moment or maybe the next breath. Where all your energy is put into doing the very basics of life and there is no energy left for anything else. In a strange way, your life becomes very clear and very cloudy all at the same time. The essentials of life are obvious and what really matters seems so clear, and yet everything else becomes a blur. You don't have time or energy to analyze if you did something right or said the right thing or any of the other things that bother us in this world, you just do what you can to survive and help others and then move on.
Anyway, I am so tired that life still feels hard and challenges wear me out, but at least I think we are finally out of survival mode. Once Em made it far enough that going back to the NICU wasn't such a huge threat (a week or so ago), I think I took a deep breath and felt free to just focus on our lives here at home. What a relief! The recovery and rest will come with time, so I will be patient and wait.
I still think this is a hilarious look.
Well, I decided to leave early to make our first trip out of the LA basin. M was assigned a bunch of overtime and I wasn't going to wait around just to leave. So the girls and I took off at 6:30pm Sunday. An hour and a half later, Em was crying (hungry an hour early of course) and I needed gas and to use the bathroom. Have you ever wondered how a mom with a 3 month old baby and a 16 month old toddler in the car is supposed to run in and go to the bathroom? Yeah, neither had I. Good thing it was night and I grew up in Africa...we'll leave it there.
Anyway, the stop was chaotic to say the least and I almost panicked and headed home. Then I looked at K dancing to the music while I fed Em in a booth at Wendy's and I got the biggest smile on my face. Suddenly my perspective changed. I realized I had just created a wonderful memory for my image gallery and if I wanted to have a million big adventures the girls, we had to start somewhere. For seven months, I have prayed for and dreamed about being free and taking Emily places and here I was doing it, so I certainly wasn't going to let myself quit on our first try. And the rest of the trip was completely uneventful. :)
The only funny thing that happened was that I was listening to a preacher on the radio and K woke up and said, "uh-oh", so I turned it off and asked her what was wrong. To which she responded by going back to sleep. We repeated this about three times before I realized she was telling me she couldn't sleep with the preacher on. I turned it off and prayed God would keep me awake without any stimulation for the rest of the night. Miracles still happen on a daily basis. God is good.
As I stared down I-5 for hours on end and felt the tension start to leave, I realized something...I have been in survival mode for so long that I am exhausted. If you have been through something horrible, you know what I am talking about. That mode where all you can think about is getting to the next moment or maybe the next breath. Where all your energy is put into doing the very basics of life and there is no energy left for anything else. In a strange way, your life becomes very clear and very cloudy all at the same time. The essentials of life are obvious and what really matters seems so clear, and yet everything else becomes a blur. You don't have time or energy to analyze if you did something right or said the right thing or any of the other things that bother us in this world, you just do what you can to survive and help others and then move on.
Anyway, I am so tired that life still feels hard and challenges wear me out, but at least I think we are finally out of survival mode. Once Em made it far enough that going back to the NICU wasn't such a huge threat (a week or so ago), I think I took a deep breath and felt free to just focus on our lives here at home. What a relief! The recovery and rest will come with time, so I will be patient and wait.
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