Monday, August 22, 2011

Ticking Along

Everything is going smoothly so far in our household. We are settled into a routine, I'm getting sleep, and life appears to be pretty normal. Xavier is growing more and more each day, and he seems to have sprouted overnight. He's now in 0-3 clothes, size one diapers, and taking 5 oz bottles. I'm not sure about his weight, but he was 6 lbs 6 oz at his pedi visit in July. My guess is that he's about 9 lbs now.
Speaking of pedi visits, his pedi discovered a small inguinal hernia at his last visit. We had to go out to Children's Hospital in Dallas for an ultrasound, where the pedi's findings were confirmed. He will have to have surgery to repair it, and the only question now is when. September 1, he goes for a consultation with a surgeon to see what his recommendation is as far as a time frame. I was a bit upset initially, but I snapped myself back into reality. I thought of all the things that so many parents suffer through in terms of their children's health, many of whom I met during Xavier's stay at Cook's Children's, and I was ashamed of myself. How dare I be upset over a procedure that is a non emergency, outpatient procedure when I witnessed parents left and right sending their newborns into surgery for serious conditions such as heart or lung issues? What about the children who have conditions that can not be repaired? Now that I have things in perspective, I am back to counting my blessings to have a son who, aside from being born prematurely, is growing and progressing normally. I will always thank God for this.

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These are the years, the gentle years,the soft and sentimental years
when wee little fingers reach and touch
and little eyes gaze with wonder and trust,
when you love so tenderly and so so much,
these are the gentle years.

These are the years, the rainbow years, the quiet, walk-on-tiptoes years,
the years of laughter and smiles and sighs
when both of you watch with misty eyes the tiny bed
where a cherub lies,
these are the rainbow years.

These are the years, the tender years, the blissful, sweet-surrender years,
when your little treasure from above
is the soul and purpose and center of your plans and dreams and dearest love,
these are the tender years.

- Barbara Burrow

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