From May 29, 2009: 19 Months actual, 16 months adjusted...
We call this one "Team Work."
Also known as "How to Get Out of Eating Your Green Beans."
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Shawn's Day
On this day, three years ago, this happened. Go check the link. It still makes me teary to relive that memory.
On January 25, 2008, after 13 long weeks, our little Shawny came home from the NICU.
I remember the day so clearly--so long ago, yet somehow it seems like it was just yesterday. It's funny how that happens.
I had waited for discharge for so, so long. We had been told it was possible for him to go home; however, we had heard that before, so I don't think I really allowed myself to actually believe it.
As I filled out the discharge paperwork, I expected them to change their minds at any moment. But they didn't.
I held my breath.
As we got him dressed and removed his wires and monitor leads, I expected them to come running over and take him away. But they didn't.
I held my breath.
As we put him in his car seat, I expected his nurse to say something about how the had made a mistake. But she didn't.
I continued to hold my breath.
Before I knew it, we finally made it out of the hospital. I think I was in shock! Lol.
I couldn't keep my eyes off of him the entire ride home. My mind swirled with a bizarre mixture of utter awe at this sweet little creature in the back seat and an overwhelming fear that if my eyes left him for a second, he'd vanish back to the hospital.
I don't think I exhaled until we had finally walked in the front door and locked it behind us. Only then did I feel like he was really ours.
After all that time in the NICU, I was ready to really be a mom, but I was so terrified of actually having a real live baby at home for us to take care of--alone.
With no monitors to make sure he was breathing!
Yikes!
But home he came, and our lives have never been the same again.
Three years ago today, Shawny, we finally gottcha to take home. Since then I've been amazed by your strength, determination, and intelligence. You continue to blow me away each and every day...
I am so proud to be your mommy.
On January 25, 2008, after 13 long weeks, our little Shawny came home from the NICU.
I remember the day so clearly--so long ago, yet somehow it seems like it was just yesterday. It's funny how that happens.
I had waited for discharge for so, so long. We had been told it was possible for him to go home; however, we had heard that before, so I don't think I really allowed myself to actually believe it.
As I filled out the discharge paperwork, I expected them to change their minds at any moment. But they didn't.
I held my breath.
As we got him dressed and removed his wires and monitor leads, I expected them to come running over and take him away. But they didn't.
I held my breath.
As we put him in his car seat, I expected his nurse to say something about how the had made a mistake. But she didn't.
I continued to hold my breath.
Before I knew it, we finally made it out of the hospital. I think I was in shock! Lol.
I couldn't keep my eyes off of him the entire ride home. My mind swirled with a bizarre mixture of utter awe at this sweet little creature in the back seat and an overwhelming fear that if my eyes left him for a second, he'd vanish back to the hospital.
I don't think I exhaled until we had finally walked in the front door and locked it behind us. Only then did I feel like he was really ours.
After all that time in the NICU, I was ready to really be a mom, but I was so terrified of actually having a real live baby at home for us to take care of--alone.
With no monitors to make sure he was breathing!
Yikes!
But home he came, and our lives have never been the same again.
Three years ago today, Shawny, we finally gottcha to take home. Since then I've been amazed by your strength, determination, and intelligence. You continue to blow me away each and every day...
I am so proud to be your mommy.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
The Wonder of Genetics
I have always had a hard time telling people who the boys look like. Sure, I can tell you who acts like whom (mostly their father, especially when they are challenging!), but the physical attributes have always left me scratching my head. If I am pressed, I'd tell you that Shawn has the skin tone of Isaac's side but physically takes after my side of the family. Jason is the reverse. He has the skin tone of his poor pasty pale mother, but looks more like Isaac. Still, I would only say that because other people have told me those things--not because I actually see that myself.
But sometimes, I look at the curve of Jason's mouth and am struck by how much it resembles Isaac's mouth. Other times, I look at Shawn and am amazed at how much he reminds me of my nephew, Jeffrey, when he was a toddler.
Usually though, I just think of them as their own people. Each boy is a wonderful mix of the best (and worst at times!) of both of us. They look like...well, themselves!
Then the other day, my aunt sent me this picture and asked me if it reminded me of anyone.
Oh boy did it. It was like someone took my little Shawn and photo shopped him into an old photograph.
There it was.
Proof.
This picture is of my dad (left), my uncle Norman (right), and my aunt Sandy (center). I'd guess my dad is about 3ish years old here.
The look on his face...
The way his hair falls across his forehead...
Shawn looks like that now! To be honest, he also has that same look that Norman has on his face often enough. Jason gets that look, too. :-)
It blows me away, frankly.
I guess he really does look like my side of the family!
But sometimes, I look at the curve of Jason's mouth and am struck by how much it resembles Isaac's mouth. Other times, I look at Shawn and am amazed at how much he reminds me of my nephew, Jeffrey, when he was a toddler.
Usually though, I just think of them as their own people. Each boy is a wonderful mix of the best (and worst at times!) of both of us. They look like...well, themselves!
Then the other day, my aunt sent me this picture and asked me if it reminded me of anyone.
Oh boy did it. It was like someone took my little Shawn and photo shopped him into an old photograph.
There it was.
Proof.
This picture is of my dad (left), my uncle Norman (right), and my aunt Sandy (center). I'd guess my dad is about 3ish years old here.
The look on his face...
The way his hair falls across his forehead...
Shawn looks like that now! To be honest, he also has that same look that Norman has on his face often enough. Jason gets that look, too. :-)
It blows me away, frankly.
I guess he really does look like my side of the family!
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