Sunday, August 31, 2008

30 days and counting...

Well, the countdown has finally started. We were officially given a date for Chloe's surgery on Friday afternoon. Right now, she is scheduled for Monday, September 29. Normally I like to show off my razor sharp wit and sparkling humor on this blog, but the fact of the matter is that we are a little bit terrified and yet happy to have an end date all of a sudden. We know that in 30 days we'll be handing our baby girl over to a (ridiculously qualified) team of neurosurgeons and plastic surgeons. My head knows that this is going to be a piece of cake for our doctor, and that Chloe will never remember it. We've seen pictures, and read stories on various websites and we know how the day will go. In my head, I know that Chloe will be okay. But my heart can't really see how we're going to let her out of our arms.

I just keep re-reading the same verse in Jeremiah..."For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord. Plans to prosper you and not to harm you, to give you a future and a hope." (Jer.29:11) I have to believe that Chloe is safe in the cradle of those plans, whatever they may be. She is a sweet, radiant joy to us, and we know that God will keep her safe. Please continue to pray for us as we wait out these last 30 days.

Last of the San Diego photos

Okay, I'm way behind, but here are a few more photos from our trip to San Diego! Feels like forever ago...


Sorry Ladies, this one's taken

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

I'm a blog loser...sorry for no posts!

Yes, I know. I'm not real consistent about blogging these days. But in my defense, I've been a teeny bit busy. After coming home from San Diego, we had a couple of big events around here. The first was not so much an event as a catastrophe - our wonderful friends the Brewers lost their house to a fire. They have three boys who are great buddies to our boys - schoolmates, park friends, all around fun guys. Since they were waiting to get into a rental, and we have a big extra bedroom, they have been staying with us for the last week. We've had lots of fun, considering the circumstances. The boys are in HOG HEAVEN. I'm pretty sure they're going to totally want to go on strike or something when it's back to just boring old me around here. Anyhow, the Brewers are being well taken care of on all fronts - by their friends, by our church, by the community, and most importantly by their insurance company. They're in good hands all the way around.

The other big event last week was Chloe's first pre-op appointment with Dr. Wehby, her neurosurgeon, and her CAT scan. We had a rough go of it at first. Apparently, our doctor doesn't like to sedate newborns unless she has to, so they told me to bring Chloe in and feed her in the waiting room, and hopefully she'd fall asleep. I'm thinking..."doesn't she have to be really, really still?" Let's just say that whole theory didn't really work out. So the tech calls up, and the doctor gives orders for sedation. Only she can't have sedation that day, because we just fed her. In the waiting room. Which they told us to do. Hmmmmmm. We did not want to come back another day - Shawn had taken time off, and my mom was watching the boys. So the nurses wrapped her in those heated hospital blankets, I fed her one more time in a dark room...and presto chango. She literally stayed asleep, perfectly still, for about 7.2 minutes. But that was long enough. Perfect pictures of her beautiful brain, and all the rest of her head parts as well. We then got to go see our doctor, and basically she told us that Chloe's diagnosis was still the same - Left Coronal Craniosynostosis. She also reassured us that her brain looks great - there is no bulging, pressure, or anything like that. She is very confident about the surgery, and it looks like we will be scheduling it for mid to late September. So please keep Chloe in your prayers!

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Hell, 101

Here's the recipe.

Take 3 children to the Nordstrom Rack. Gather a pile of potential school clothes about as tall as the 3-year-old. Take sullen, bored 6 year old into dressing room. Try to convince him that it's in his best interest to try on said pile of clothes. Offer candy. Offer money. Offer to take him to Disneyland. Get through one t-shirt and one pair of jeans. Pray the baby stays asleep in the stroller. Send 3-year-old into separate dressing room with Nana and his own stack of clothes. Trade out the 10 items you were allowed to take into the dressing room for 10 more. Allow 6-year-old to go out and look at each outfit in the big mirror. For 5 minutes. Listen to 3-year-old pitch fit when favorite item is too large/too small/too ugly to possibly take home. Try to remember which pile is the "Yes" pile and which is the "No" pile. Guess wrong. Go back, grab other pile. Return three fourths of the original stack to very patient dressing room girl, try to ignore her look of pity/horror/disgust. Realize that she will probably never have children due to this very experience. Pat yourself on the back for doing your part to reduce overpopulation. Rescue screaming baby out of stroller, hand a pile of something to the hubby, take the kids and run to the car. Don't look at the receipt.

Tomorrow, a new adventure. Shoes.

Monday, August 4, 2008


Seriously big.
That's all I can say.
This is our bedtime conversation:
J: Mom, I need to go to sleep now. I'm going to be paddling out all by myself tomorrow. I think I'm going to need a lot of energy.
Me: umm..okay, get some rest.
J: I'm going to be shredding tomorrow.

Note to self: perhaps we could discontinue the daily self-esteem building. It seems to have worked.


How does he go from this...

to this...?

His days as my baby are on their way out (as he'll be first to tell you) but occasionally you see a tiny glimpse of the baby that was.

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