Taken Care of and So Very Loved

I can't imagine being a parent and seeing your child struggle with an illness and then try to be too independent to accept help when trying to get back on their feet.  I am a quiet person, I don't really let anyone help, and I still have this thought in my head that I can do it on my own.  Why is it so hard for me to accept help?  Is it pride, wanting to be independent, or simply not wanting others to have to go out of their way for me?  I think it may be a bit of all three, but mostly the last.

Anyhow, my parents have just truly been a blessing to us.  They stop by just to bring us dinner and give us some company.  They spoil the girls rotten and make sure they have Cinnamon Toast Crunch, chocolate milk, a massive box of Fruit Roll Ups, Cheetos for Bella and Hot Cheetos for Symph.  They don't really bother to ask what we need anymore, because my answer is always "we have all that we need", but come in with thoughtful little things to brighten a day and let us know that they love us.

I am so very grateful that God has blessed me with the parents that I have, and that they are not only my parents, but two of my most precious friends.

How Terrible Do I Feel?

Each day as we sit down to read, Symph is instantly in a terrible mood.  Why?  Hmm...maybe because I'm impatient and too often forget that she is simply 5 years old and I have much higher expectations than I should, and did I mention impatient (oh, yes I did!).

So, we took her to the doctors around the end of January and she had her little 4 year exam, and her vision wasn't quite up to par on one of her little eyes.  She was seeing 20/20 with one, and 20/40 with the other, so the doctor suggested we take her to a specialist, and so we did.

Her little eye sight isn't so great for reading...see why I feel terrible?  Here I am being impatient and having high expectations.  I'm irritated and telling her "no, that letter isn't an "f", it's a "t", come on Symph!"  and again "an "I" has a dot and "L" is a straight line, why do I have to keep telling you this?"  man, I feel bad just writing this and my poor little one was really struggling!

So, today was the day that her Papa surprised her with the new little glasses she picked out.  I think she is absolutely adorable in them and she is just ecstatic about them.   She didn't want to take them off for the longest time!

A little side note...I looked through the lenses and there is quite a difference for her vision with these on.  What a bad mama!  I'm glad they are so forgiving at this age.  Please pray that God would give me so much more patience than I have, because it seems like I have so little.

Dom's little mini me!

5:15AM

S:  Mom, did Papa give you and sister kisses goodbye?

B: No, he's still getting ready

In comes Dom to say goodbye

D: Symph, I want you to be a good girl and help out your mama with brother and the house.

S: I can't help with brother.  I can't hold him, I can't rock him, I can't give him chi-chi, she does all that.  

D:  No, I mean with the little things.

S: What I really want to do is sweep, mop, do the dishes...

I had to just giggle to myself at their little conversation, I'm sure Dom was doing the same.

Awesome News!

I took a little stroll into the ER because I was having difficulty breathing.  After 8 hrs, a couple different blood draws, a CT scan, and an x-ray, the doctor returned saying "all clear".  I thought he meant to go home, but he meant my lungs are all clear, NO CLOTS!  Praise God!

Thank you all for your prayers, support, concern, and love, not only for me but my family too!