Probably the best title I’ve ever come up with, if I do say so myself.
Today I took Laela in for her vaccinations today. It went really well, and the nurse was incredibly supportive and not at all judgemental, which was refreshing considering our past experiences at hat particular clinic. Every question I answered was well received, with the nurse saying “That’s perfect” or “You’ve done this before then?” It felt great to be supported. Little L is weighing in at a whopping 17 lbs 11 oz. She is beautiful and round and adorable and healthy.
The day was spent with the kidlets, and my mom was along for the ride so I could go to Dr. Mike, kid-free, buy diapers at Costco, and take Laela in for her appointment, while she entertained whichever kids were left. It was a wonderful help. We spent the evening practicing music for church on Sunday, and playing with the loud littles. Its fun to get back in the groove of doing music together. Its been a while.
However, what surrounded my day today was car cries. As usual. I’ll be honest with you guys. My car cries often start or focus around Laela’s birth. Still working on that. Today, it was about Dekker’s eye surgery. I had this completely strange moment yesterday afternoon when it was approaching his nap time. I saw him starting to fade, and I thought to myself “Oh no, I don’t want to have to put him to bed because he hates his drops so much.” What?!?! Drops have been gone for several weeks! Its been about two and a half months since his surgery, so eight weeks since drops. I’m not sure what brought me there in my head, but it broke my mommy heart today as I drove.
Here’s a photo progression of where we came from and where we’ve ended up. So far, anyway.
This picture was taken over May long in 2013. This was the weekend that his eyes started crossing for the first time. So this was probably the day before it happened. Whatever “it” was. Pre-crossed, anyway.
The new face of my boy. Glasses, and a pronounced turn. Still absolutely gorgeous, but new. This was right before surgery.
Ugh. This picture still destroys me. Surgery day. February 11, 2013. Angry, bloody, sore eyes. But straight.
Look at those peepers. Straight as an arrow. This little boy is changing sooo fast! This evening, he told Brady and I, “La cray cray.” Laela is cray cray. Like crazy, but better. He is becoming someone new. More comfortable in his own skin, more confident, braver, and even more observant than ever. So much has changed his he’s been able to see straight. I’m so thankful!!
I continue to pray for his visual health, and that Dr. Rubab wouldn’t see any decline. Feel free to do the same 🙂
Sleep well, friends. Thank you for caring about my family. We feel loved.
Beautiful , you are loved!