The Infirmary

Snot, sniffles, coughs, fatigue - this has been our life for the past few days. I haven't stepped foot outside in three days. Check that - I did step a foot outside of the front door this morning, but that's been it. Cabin fever is settling in. Can you detect the insanity in this post?

It started with Addie's sniffles and a trip to the doctor on Friday. I've told myself I don't want to be one of those moms that jumps at the tiniest of things, but we were heading out of town that afternoon to take some students to youth convention in Pensacola and I wanted to make sure it was okay to take her. The doctor, who got us in an hour after I called, prescribed three days of antibiotics and gave us the green light to go ahead. There was an inkling in my mom brain to stay behind, but for a few reasons, plus the doctor's go ahead, I felt okay to move ahead.

By Saturday I was feeling a little light headed and had a bit of a cough. I knew I was sharing Addie's junk. Despite her sniffles, she did really well on the trip and kept her spirits high for the most part.

To be on the safe side Addie and I stayed home from church Sunday morning and planned to join in the Thanksgiving festivities that night at church. By Sunday afternoon I realized that wasn't going to happen. While Addie seemed to be feeling better, I was feeling worse. As of Monday morning, the two of us were in the same boat again. I told Sabian last night I was going to cut my nose off, I was so sick of the sneezing and the dripping and the blowing.

Today, I am happy to report I am feeling much better, but I can hardly jump up and down since Addie is still not feeling well. From time to time she lets her happy self shine through, but I can tell she just feels bad. I hate that, and I am frustrated. I'm not frustrated with her, just frustrated that I can't make it better, especially when I know she is crying just because she hurts. Being sick and caring for a sick baby is way different than those "I remember when" days when it was just me and if I was sick, I slept. Now, it doesn't matter if mom is sick - someone else still needs to be taken care of. But, Addie has been a good sport, hanging with me in front of the TV or on the couch or in bed.

So much for getting ahead on our Thanksgiving planning. We are having our own little dinner like we did last year, but we will prepare it tomorrow. Thursday we will head to the home of our good friend/neighbor/church member/surrogate mom and grandma, Connie, and enjoy Thanksgiving with her family. Then, hopefully, we'll be able to take advantage of a laid back, plans free weekend that will hopefully include a healthy Addie.

I am thankful for Sabian, who has been taking care of us as much as he can, and Lee Ann, who thoughtfully brought us dinner for tonight! One less thing I need to think about, which is great!

Fight for Preemies

Today we are fighting for preemies.

If you don't know much about premature births, find out more. I once participated in a March of Dimes walk but was really unaware of all that surrounds preemies until I read of my friend Jamie's experience with her daughter Adali. Simply reading of her experiences in no way gives me any real knowledge of what it is like to fight through their journey, but to see how Adali is growing and learning and thriving is really nothing short of a miracle. God is so good.

I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting this precious little girl, but I hope to one day (and I hope Jamie is okay with me mentioning them in this post). I was trying to decide what to write about today and visited her blog only to learn that November 17 is set aside to fight for these little babies. So, why not join it?

I'm still learning, and in the process I am very thankful for a healthy Addie - her safe arrival and healthy existence is not lost on me. Her safety and health are two great reminders of how I (we) need to look at others who need prayers, help, and if possible, a hug and a few words of encouragement. We may not fully understand the experience, but we can certainly be available to help.

My Girl

It is still hard to believe that Addie has been here for less time than it took to keep her safe in my belly. But, just one more month to go and she'll beat that. She was eight months old on Thursday, something that still blows my mind. Everyone said and says, "The time goes by so fast," and it is so true. I don't know where the time goes, and I know, of course, that she is growing because I see it happening right before my eyes, but it is still hard to believe.

It is wild to see her sit at the table and feed herself a cracker. Just the other day I saw her sitting up, but realized when I'd looked at her just seconds before, she was lying down. It was then that I realized she was able to get into the sitting position from her back all on her own. She catches a glimpse of her hand and turns it around and around, moving her fingers, analyzing them and their movement. She babbles and babbles and babbles...loudly. She turns when we call her name, whether we call Addie or Adelaide. She stands up in our laps, and she is getting oh so close to crawling. Even without the crawling she makes her way around. She emphatically shakes her head no, even if she wants whatever it is you have.

Sometimes she still gets up at night. Sometimes she lays her head on our chests. Sometimes she doesn't want to take a nap, or at least doesn't want to be put down awake. Sometimes she needs to be rocked. Sometimes she likes to bite when she is eating (ouch). Sometimes she bites down on the spoon and won't let go or sticks out her tongue and blows, spraying baby food all over. Sometimes she looks deep into my eyes, locking her gaze on mine, before she is soon distracted by a shadow, a bird, or the beep of the oven timer.

It is always fun to watch her, even though some days it is tiring. When she wakes during the night it can be frustrating, not knowing why she does it when I know she can sleep the night through. There are times when we have to talk over her in the car, when she's feeling particularly chatty. There are days when after she is in bed, my back aches and there is still laundry to be folded and dishes to be done.

I am always willing to rock her, even if some say it means I'm spoiling her, because I know this time is short. I kiss her cheeks until they are pink, because I know one day she won't let me. We throw her into the air or flip her upside down, because those are two things that generate the biggest laughs.

I will always be grateful for these times and I will always, always be thankful for my girl.

Mountainfilm Fun

Last weekend we had a dose of home via a visit from my sister and brother-in-law. They were actually staying about an hour from us in WaterColor, which is a beach community that is primarily populated by tourists but there are some full-time residents in the area, too. The community itself is pretty cool and we had the good fortune of being able to stay with them overnight on Friday and spend most of the day Saturday there.

The big event for the weekend was Mountainfilm, a film festival that finds its home in Telluride, CO but travels to the gulf coast once a year as well. My sister usually makes it down here for the festival and this year we were joining them. It runs for two nights but we just attended Friday night. Films are shown outdoor on a huge, inflatable screen against a backdrop of awesomely lit trees (see photo above. I think that photo is circa 2002-03). They even offer fire pits and you can make s'mores for free! The program runs for about three hours each night and features short films or excerpts of films exploring a variety of topics.

It was a chilly night! We came prepared with sweatshirts, jackets, and blankets and created a cozy cocoon for Addie, who fell asleep during the second half of the evening. We enjoyed spending time with some of my sister's friends and met some new people as well.

Here is Addie, ready to greet the chilly night:


Saturday was a lazy, beautiful day. We started at the Farmer's Market in WaterColor and then ended up with lunch before we headed back to Wewa and a busy Sunday. It was good to hang out with Les and Dan and to see what Mountainfilm is all about.

If you're interested, this was one of our favorites from the night. It is just under five minutes and worth the viewing, I think.

I am thankful that we had some time with my sister and Dan and that Addie did well during the festival. We'd love to make it to Telluride one year...we'll see!

Happy Halloween in November

So, I'm late on posting about Halloween. I quickly took pictures of Addie as we rushed out the door to our church's Fall Festival on the 31st, but thought we'd end up staging Halloween later and take some other photos with Addie's first pumpkin. It didn't happen. We did have the pumpkin but never got the chance to carve it and we just never dressed her up again to take new photos. I really wanted her to have a cute first pumpkin - maybe next year.

Originally Addie was going to be a cute monkey, with mom and dad as bananas. When I learned it was going to be 80 degrees on Halloween I quickly nixed that idea. How could I put my sweet girl in a heavy, stuffy costume in that heat? Instead, I found a cute idea in an magazine that seemed easy enough so I forged ahead with my noncrafty self and set about to get it together. Easier said than done. Oh, and that 80 degrees? Seems a cold front came through and it ended up being very chilly that night. It was wonderful, but not what I'd anticipated.

It may not seem like it by the pictures, but pulling her costume together was a lot easier said than done. Note to others - if you are looking for long johns or sleep sets in any solid color for babies, you're out of luck. Well, unless you do some preplanning or you're more resourceful than I am. Same goes for solid color party hats. Yes, that's right. You'd think those would be easy to find, but think again. If you're looking for Dora the Explorer, Transformers, or any other character, you're in.

After running around to more stores than I wanted, and after rinsing, re-rinsing, bleaching, and rinsing (again) my washer to make sure all of the red dye was gone, this is what we had:






The cutest red crayon I've ever seen. I'm a little proud of how she turned out. We ended up having to cover her up when it got chilly, but I think Addie's first stab at dressing up was a success. I'm just looking forward to when she gets older and I can raid her Halloween candy stash.