And the Winner Is.....Lysol

 

Well, it’s cold and flu season! Since Adele, life has changed dramatically when it comes to germs and viruses. Our family is very cautious because Adele does have a more fragile immune system and her muscle tone is weaker than a typical child’s immune system. Hypotonia has some negatives aspects, in that it is more difficult for Adele to move secretions through her body and because of the smaller nasal passages, she gets the sniffles more often. 

It is imperative that as a family, we work diligently to keep both Adele and Brinley as healthy as possible. When a two and a half year old gets sick, the rest of the family, including Adele is next on the list.

We are a Lysol [http://www.lysol.ca] family. I believe in Lysol. I stand by Lysol and you can find their products as soon as you walk in our door. 

When we have guests come over, it’s to the Lysol Hand Soap dispenser they go. We try to make it fun for Brinley, so we bought the Disney Princess dispenser and when she gets home, she goes straight to the sink and asks for her hands to be washed. We all know that Lysol kills 99.9% of germs and to our family, this brings reassurance that during the cold and flu season, we are protecting ourselves and those who come into our home. 

After the girls go to bed, I get out the Lysol Disinfectant Spray and use it on the hard surfaces in our home. I also spray it on all the doorknobs and on James if he gets in my way. I need to know that my husband is 99.9% disinfected. :)

Our next challenge with Adele, besides working on our immune system, is her poops. The poor girl struggles with getting out a nice sized, soft poop. Well, we decided that she needed a little extra help and what we like to call, additional loving. We bought a poop aid! We are still trying to figure out what amount will work best for her little system. We don’t want solid, we don’t want runny, just a nice pooping experience for our girl. 

Well, the other day, she had a blow out. She got rid of dinner from the night before, right up until dinner that night. It was frightening. :) 

I changed her diaper on the mats in the living room and well, she is so squirmy and out of control, there was poop on the mats, poop on me, poop on her, poop everywhere. I grabbed the Lysol wipes and went to town. I thoroughly disinfected the entire area. Adele spends a lot of time rolling around on the mats and playing with her toys. I needed to make sure that we were fully sanitized. I came close to scrubbing her down with the Lysol wipes, but opted for a bath instead. ;) I need to know that my children are in a home that is clean, sanitized and fully disinfected. I am confident that their products are safe to use where my children play and I am confident that it has helped our family keep healthy and well.

I know that a lot of families don’t think twice when their child gets a cold. It comes, it sticks around for a while, gets passed around and then it’s gone. The thing is, when your child gets a cold and you bring them out in public around my children, chances are pretty good that we will end up in the hospital. Adele’s system is not the same as your child’s immune system. Our ultimate goal is to keep both girls healthy and happy. 

I challenge families to go out and buy some Lysol products and test them out for a period of time. See if your children miss less time from school. See if you miss less time from work. We all want our homes to be safe and protected from colds, the flu and viruses. Taking the time to sanitize is worth it for the health and well-being of your family. 

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"I'm Sorry That Your Baby Has Down Syndrome"

You've just received a pre-natal diagnosis. Your doctor tells you that your unborn baby has Down syndrome. The doctor says "I'm sorry" and sends you on your way with some statistics and a pamphlet. Your head is spinning. Your hopes and dreams just came to a halt. Your heart hurts. You are desperate to hear the words "it will be ok."
You don't know where to go or what to do. You don't think that you can do this, you couldn't possibly raise a child with special needs. You aren't strong enough. You weren't meant to be in this position. You aren't too sure where you went wrong. You cry, you cry so hard and you feel sorry for yourself. How do you tell your friends and family? Will they judge you? Will they accept your child?
You go home with your husband, you read the pamphlet, it looks grim. How could you possibly move forward?

You've just received a pre-natal diagnosis. Your doctor tells you that your unborn baby has Down syndrome. The doctor says "congratulations to you and your husband. I understand that this is difficult news and you are probably feeling overwhelmed. I am here to support you and answer your questions. It will be ok."
Your doctor provides you with some community supports and some resources that will help you on your journey. An appointment is set up for you to meet with a genetics' counsellor. You have been given contact information for your local Down syndrome association. You feel overwhelmed but you also feel supported and cared for. Maybe you can do this. Maybe you and your husband can embark on this journey with confidence and positivity.
You cry because you are scared but your doctor just reassured you that it will be ok.
You go home with your husband, you look through all of the supports that are available to you and your family, you feel reassured. You can move forward.

These are the two scenarios. There are two outcomes which are very different. We move forward. We don't move forward. There is not enough education out there. There is not enough support from medical professionals. There is not enough care and compassion for parents who receive a pre-natal diagnosis. Those first words can change the future for this family. Things need to change.

You are ready for the arrival of your baby. Your beautiful miracle is welcomed into the world by the doctors and nurses. You hear the words "I'm so sorry, but your baby has Down syndrome."
There must be a mistake. There were no markers. There were no issues. You had a perfect pregnancy. Why didn't they detect this, this is their fault. You tell the doctors to take your baby away. You are not equipped mentally to deal with this right now. You cry. You know that this was not supposed to happen. There is nobody there to support you or to provide words of comfort and encouragement. The doctors leave the room and you are left to drown in your own misery. There is one nurse who holds your hand, she tries to comfort you, but you are too upset to listen to her words. They are meaningless.

You are ready for the arrival of your baby. Your beautiful miracle is welcomed into the world by the doctors and nurses. You hear the words "congratulations, look at your beautiful and perfect baby. We have carefully checked her over and have come to the conclusion that she has Down syndrome. I understand that you are feeling overwhelmed right now, can we offer you some support? Would you like to meet with the social work department? With a pastor? Please let us know what we can do to help you and your husband." The nurse holds your hand and shares words of encouragement and support. You feel overwhelmed but you also feel hopeful. The doctor smiled when you were handed your baby. I'm sure that we will be ok.

In the past year, I have heard too many negative stories from new moms. The way that the news is shared with families influences the decisions that they are going to make regarding their unborn baby. The way you welcome this baby into the world, this is what the family is going to remember for a lifetime.
There needs to be more education. There needs to be more compassion. Doctors and nurses need to be properly trained on how to deliver the news.

The phone rang, I was told that we had a 1:2 chance that our unborn baby would have Down syndrome. I was left crying. She filled my head with test options and then said goodbye. The news came as a shock and was delivered in a way that was unprofessional and upsetting to myself and our family. We didn't think that we could move forward.

When we received the news from my OB that our baby had Down syndrome, she talked us through it. She held our hand. She cried with us. She understood and gave us guidance. When we met with the doctors at The Foothills Hospital, we never heard the words, "I'm so sorry."
We were told the facts and we received the care that we deserved. We knew that we could move forward.

The world needs to change. The termination rate is high.

More women aborting & continuing Down syndrome pregnancies

This is an interesting article. Take the time to read it.

Dear New Mom....Love, Krista

In the past few weeks, I have handed out three baskets. Three different journeys, three different stories. Each basket that I deliver, I go in with an open mind, the way they are received, each situation has been special and unique.


Today, I received a text from the social worker at the hospital. You just delivered your baby. Your perfect baby was placed in your arms. You cried tears of joy. You hugged your husband, you are prepared to start your journey. The nurse takes your baby away and when she returns, she tells you the news. Your baby has Down syndrome. You are shocked. Your eyes fill with tears, no longer tears of happiness, but tears of upset, sadness and fear. You feel like your hopes and dreams have been shattered. Your husband is your rock, he strokes your hand but he has no words. He feels broken, his brand new baby boy is no longer perfect. He holds it in because he is there for you. He can not tell you that he feels lost.

I am at home putting together the most perfect basket for you. A basket that is filled with baby items sent to me from all over the world. The basket contains books of happy, uplifting stories that you will read once you are ready. There is a journal for you to chronicle all of your thoughts and fears and a list of resources, so that when you leave the hospital, you will feel prepared and ready to begin this beautiful journey. I was once there. I didn't receive a basket. I didn't receive a list of resources. I was trying to remember the links, who to contact and I was trying to keep all of the pamphlets organized so that I could learn more about Down syndrome, our new world. I knew before my baby arrived that she had Down syndrome, but I still didn't feel fully prepared.
You didn't know that your unborn baby would have an extra chromosome, but now you do and you don't know where to start. Your world comes to a screeching halt.

I am on my way with your basket. The memories come flooding back but I am looking forward to meeting you. I won't tell you that it will be easy. I won't tell you that you will not be faced with some struggles. I won't tell you that the road ahead will be smooth, no bumps and no upset. I will tell you that this is your baby. I will tell you that there will be moments that will fill your heart with so much joy that Down syndrome will take a backseat. I will tell you that sometimes it's overwhelming and you need to stop and take a deep breath. I will tell you that your baby will look like you and act like you. I will tell you that milestones and tiny moments will make you smile. I will tell you that you will love this baby with every ounce of your being and your world will be become a better place.

I arrive at the hospital. You and your husband walk in the room. You are young. Your husband looks at me and tells me that he's going to hug me. He puts his arms around me, places his head on my shoulder and he cries. Two strangers, meeting for the first time, who share a common bond. You cry when you see your husband show his emotions and tell me that this is the first time that he has shed a tear. He felt that this was his time, his time to share his worries, concerns and to allow a stranger to be his rock.
We sit and talk and before I walk out of the room, I tell you that it will all be ok. It will be ok.

Adele's Over the Rainbow Baskets - Down syndrome LOVIN

 

 

* I included a picture of a sweet baby boy who was the recipient of a basket. This blog post is not about his beautiful family.

* Thank you to all of my friends and family who have travelled this journey with us. I am blessed and thankful. Thank you for your love and support. 

"That's So Retarded"

Before Adele, the word 'retard' didn't mean all that much to me and I probably wouldn't have gone out of my way to correct somebody. I may have given them a dirty look, but would not have approached them and told them that I am disgusted by their choice of words. It is not a word that I ever used, because I found it to be disrespectful and hurtful and as I travel this journey with Adele, I find that it is used by many in everyday conversation, used without hesitation.

Since Adele, this word has a whole new meaning. When I hear others use it, I let them know that it hurts and make it known that you sound uneducated and ignorant. There are so many other words you can use instead of 'retard'.
I've had some friends tell me that they aren't using it to describe Adele or other children, but are using it to let others know that they are being stupid or dumb. Hmmmmm......
This is the thing, the word has only one meaning.

Delay or hold back in terms of progress, development, or accomplishment.

It is a word that has been used to describe our children and at one point in time, it was widely accepted. The medical profession used the word to label those with intellectual and developmental disabilities. Over time, the usage of this word has dramatically changed. It is used as slang and used to insult others. It is hurtful.

When you say....
"I was so drunk, I was retarded. It hurts.
"Stop driving like a retard. "It hurts.
"You're acting like a retard." It hurts.
"My kids are acting retarded." It hurts.
"What a retard." It hurts.
"Oh my gosh, that is so retarded." It hurts.
"When you talk like that, you sound retarded." It hurts.

John Franklin Stephens, a man from Virginia with Down syndrome who serves as a “global messenger” for the Special Olympics. He has written op-ed articles giving lucid voice to thoughts you may never have heard before:

“The hardest thing about having an intellectual disability is the loneliness,” he once wrote in The Denver Post. “We are aware when all the rest of you stop and just look at us. We are aware when you look at us and just say, ‘unh huh,’ and then move on, talking to each other. You mean no harm, but you have no idea how alone we feel even when we are with you.”

“So, what’s wrong with ‘retard’?,” he asked. “I can only tell you what it means to me and people like me when we hear it. It means that the rest of you are excluding us from your group. We are something that is not like you and something that none of you would ever want to be. We are something outside the ‘in’ group. We are someone that is not your kind.”

(The New York Times)

 

 

Recently, a new friend posted a picture of a book on his Facebook page. It was called, Helping The Retarded To Know God. It was posted to entertain his friends and to strike up a conversation with others. The comments were mostly geared towards how ridiculous the book is but there was laughter and it provided entertainment for others.

 

I left a comment. It was to the point. I told him that it hurt my feelings that this was used to make fun of those with intellectual disabilities. I also included a picture of Adele. I have to be honest, I was mad. I felt like I had been disrespected.

 

He sent me a message....

 

It was intended to mock the people who made that horrible book, but you certainly are right, this is not something you should joke about and I am very sorry for that. Sometimes you just forget and mock something while hurting others instead.  It takes people like you standing up and saying what you did to really make people think, certainly did for me, quite profoundly. I felt horrible and ashamed after that, I would like to think I'm above being like that, sadly that was a tough lesson to learn. Again, please accept my apologies, it is so far from my nature to be hurtful and I will not make that mistake again. Thank you for calling me out on that!

 

I said something. That's all I needed to do. Did I take the chance of him coming back and berating me? Sure. I don't care. It is imperative that I speak up on behalf of my daughter and for all of those of varying abilities.

 

 

This is the thing, I am on a mission. I want to change the world. Sure, it's a big job, but all it takes is a small act every day. I need for my friends and my family to call others out. I need for you to stop using the word, stop making excuses as to why you use it. It doesn't make it any better. Some of you may think that I am over-reacting or a bit dramatic, but this is the thing, this is my life, this is my journey, Adele is my daughter. At some point in her life, she will be called a 'retard', and it will hurt her. It will hurt her family. I am going to work my hardest to pave a smooth road for Adele. I am going to be her strongest advocate, but I need your support.

 

Spread the Word to END the Word.

 

 

 

 

 

Today, I Accepted That My Child Has Down Syndrome

I thought I had accepted that Adele had Down syndrome. I thought that during the 20 weeks that we had to prepare before her birth, this would give me the right amount of time to digest the news and accept that our journey would be so different, more obstacles, more tears, more upset. We had so much time to prepare, but I wasn't ready and I don't think that I had truly accepted that Adele had Down syndrome.
My love is unconditional. That has never been a concern. I love Adele will every ounce of my being, but I'm not too sure if I was ready to have a child with Down syndrome.
As I travel this journey, I am finding out new things every day, some are amazing and some are more difficult to deal with. It's not just about the delays, it's about the appointments, the added stress and heartache that comes along with Down syndrome. It's about all of the medical concerns that she gets to face because of this one extra chromosome. The journey with Down syndrome is different, we have this amazing tour guide, who is taking us on a more scenic and beautiful route. It's not the route that we expected, but that's ok, it's the route filled with such picturesque scenery and unwavering love.

While writing this post, I cried. I cried so much, that I needed to stop and take a break.

I woke up this morning and I felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders. I don't know why. Every morning, when I wake up, I look into Adele's crib and she looks up at me with her big blue eyes and she smiles. She smiles so big that it warms your heart. This isn't because of Down syndrome.
Every day, she plays with her sister and gets sad when Brinley isn't around. This isn't because of Down syndrome.
Every day, she works hard to achieve milestones. This isn't because of Down syndrome.
Every day, she wants to be snuggled, fed, loved and talked to. This isn't because of Down syndrome.
Adele does all of these things, because she is 15 months old. She does all of this because this is what babies do.

I woke up this morning and for the first time, I am living for today. I am enjoying the moment with my daughters. I am not feeling the stress of the years to come. I am not dreading school years with Adele. I am not worried about the birthday parties, the bullying, the medical concerns.
Today, I woke up and realized that before me, God has given me these two little miracles who have so heavily impacted my life for the better. I am thankful for their laughter. I am thankful for their smiles. I am thankful that I was chosen to be their mommy. I look at how wondrous these two little beings are and how James and I, out of love, made pure perfection.

Today, I am savouring the moments and not focusing on tomorrow, the tomorrow that isn't promised to any of us. I am loving the time with my family. I am listening to my children's laughter. I am not focusing on the things that I think I could do better, instead, I am telling myself that I am a great mom. I am telling myself that I am working so hard to ensure that my children feel loved and accepted. I am telling myself that James and I may not always be consistent with therapy and rules and consequences, but we do the best that we know how. We wake up every single day and love these girls. We nurture them, we read to them, we sing to them, we play games with them, we take them out to fun places, we tell them all of the time, just how proud we are of them. We were given two little miracles who I know in my heart, will make a huge difference in this world.
I am no longer going to get down on myself because I think that I should be doing more. I should be a better mom. I should focus on therapy more. I should be doing what other moms are doing with their children. I will not feel that I need to compete with other moms. The other day, a friend told me that I was a phenomenal mom. She doesn't realize just how much those words impacted me. At best, I have felt that I am just keeping my head above water, then you call me phenomenal. That day, I felt a shift, a positive shift. A shift in the right direction.

My world changed overnight and I don't know why, but I am so glad that it did.

When you have children, I don't think you ever really know what you are in for. I don't think we truly know what being a parent entails. You have a baby and you think of the joy and love that this child will bring to your life, you don't think about that there may be a difficult journey ahead of you. The future is unknown. What tomorrow brings, we don't know, but what I do know, is that I have been given this moment. I have been given this moment, that I can spend with those who matter most. I am not going to think about what I should have done differently yesterday, I am going to think about what I will do better today. I am going to enjoy that Adele sits up all on her own now. I am going to enjoy that Adele now waves 'hi' and 'bye'. I am going to enjoy Brinley's facial expressions and her love and excitement for life. I am not going to stress about the amount of TV time, the 2 lollipops, the lack of fruit at lunch. I am going to keep loving these girls, keeping them safe and protected and continue to be the mom that they need me to be.

I am telling all of my friends, you are doing a great job. You are an amazing mom. When you start feeling down, when you start questioning whether or not you are a good parent, slow down, take a breath and look at your child. You are worthy. You are amazing. You are doing your best.

My 100 List. Things I Thought I Would Never Say As A Mother!

Here is my list of things that I have said as a mother. I am surprised and slightly embarrassed.

1) Who has to poo?
2) Brinely, take your finger out of your bum.
3) Adele, put your poo down.
4) Don't eat the play dough.
5) I just said, don't eat the play dough.
6) Fine, eat the dirt, it will help to build your immune system.
7) Stop dry humping the ground.
8) You can't get naked during mass.
9) Do you want Kraft Dinner or hot dogs for lunch?
10) Stop saying "mom, mommy, mom, momma, mom, mommy." I HEAR YOU!
11) Just let her puke on herself in the tub.
12) You need to simmer down, your poo is flying out of your diaper.
13) You're lucky that you're cute.
14) I'm writing the ad for Kijiji right now and I'm even throwing in a box of diapers.
15) Wait until I tell your father.
16) Put another Barbie movie on.
17) Give her the IPad.
18) Eat any coloured snow.
19) If you stop, I will give you a Kinder Surprise.
20) You're acting like your father.
21) Just give her the lollipop, she can eat a meal for dinner.
22) You need to wear clothes when we leave the house.
23) No honey, don't put the toy there.
24) Mommy needs more sleep, lay here beside me and don't move....here's the IPad.
25) Mommy needs a bottle of rum.
26) You come over here, or you will regret this later.
27) You smell like your father.
28) I love you but I don't like you right now.
29) You can have a bath next week.
30) Go ask your father.
31) Mom needs personal time, can you go play on your IPad.
32) Don't lick the slide.
33) Don't lick the rock.
34) Don't lick the garbage.
35) Don't lick the cold pole.
36) Don't lick your shoes.
37) Don't lick your sister.
38) Don't let your sister lick you.
39) Don't fart on your sister.
40) Take the plastic bag off of your head.
41) If you eat your veggies, you can have a Kinder Surprise.
42) Never mind, here's your Kinder Surprise.
43) Stop going inside of the fridge, you don't fit.
44) You can't have a lollipop and a bag of chips for breakfast.
45) Ok, you can have the lollipop but not the chips.
46) Ok, you can have both, but you need to kiss me.
47) Hey, you can't pile drive your sister.
48) No chokeholds in this house.
49) Don't drag your sister across the room by her arm.
50) You are loving your sister a little too much.
51) That's daddy's sensitive area, don't punch or kick.
52) Stop putting your whole face in the chip dip container.
53) You can't just eat ketchup for dinner.
54) It is made from tomatoes......
55) Stop drinking the bath water, your sister just peed.
56) Honey, don't bend over like that when you are naked.
57) Why did you have to poo right when we left the house? Now you have to sit in it.
58) Don't bite my toe.
59) Could you just have put one roll of toilet paper in the toilet?
60) Mom just wants to poo in peace.
61) Don't eat the chalk.
62) Come here, let me smell your bum.
63) Give me the other one. Somebody stinks. Who pooped?
64) Mom needs to find her inner peace.
65) Your dad is gonna get it when he gets home.
66) Stop grabbing my boobies.
67) Stop playing with my stomach fat.
68) Get your head out of my bum.
69) I'm going to call your father.
70) Stop crying, you can't drive mom's car.
71) I'm taking back all of your toys to the store.
72) Stop throwing all of your toys in the garbage.
73) Your savings account looks better than mine.
74) 1........2........3..........
75) I am losing my mind.
76) We are out for dinner, get out from under the table.
77) Stop helping yourself to all of the fruit and candy at the grocery store. That's theft.
78) Your sister will learn to pick her own nose.
79) You have a very poor attitude.
80) Mommy is about to lose her shit.
81) If you don't sit still, I will sit on you.
82) Stop jumping around, you will get diarrhea.
83) Your dinner will be your breakfast.
84) This isn't a restaurant. You eat what I make.
85) Ok, what would you like to eat?
86) Stop rolling when I'm changing your diaper, now I have poo under my nails.
87) Why do your Barbies always have to be naked?
88) I'm the boss in this house. I run the show. You are my little minions.
89) James stop watching MMA, Brinley just booted her sister in the head.
90) If you say no one more time, I'm gonna put you up for adoption.
91) You are acting like an animal.
92) You get that from your father's side of the family.
93) Does anybody ever listen to me??????
94) All three of you need to grow up.
95) Walk away, walk away right now. I'm not kidding.
96) That noise that comes out of your bum is unreal.
97) Sometimes, mom drinks.
98) Stop sniffing me.
99) If you bounce that off of your sister's head one more time, shit's gonna get real.
100) Brinley, don't lick mom's bare bum.

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She Deserves Better....

Recently, IDSC posted one of Adele's pictures on their Facebook page. Her picture has been shared almost 6000 times, been liked almost 57 000 times and has received over 1100 comments. The feedback has been phenomenal and amazing. I feel blessed knowing that there are so many unbelievably caring and wonderful people in the world.
There was one comment out of all of them that had me thinking.

"She deserves better."

Such a simple comment with a lot of impact.

This comment made me think about Adele's life. She has a beautiful older sister who adores her immensely. She has a mom and a dad who put her up on a pedestal daily because that's where she deserves to be. She has an auntie and an uncle along with her two cousins, who think that she is a perfect little princess. She has grandparents who love and adore her and remind her all of the time that she is loved. She has a large network of friends, who tell her daily just how beautiful and wonderful she is and somehow, in the short amount of time that she has been on this earth, she has impacted many lives. She has a FACEBOOK PAGE with over 10 000 followers, who make sure to let her know that she has brought an overwhelming amount of joy into their lives and that she has helped many of them, out of deep dark holes and who have now found a new meaning in life. Adele has the world in the palm of her hands......for now.

"She deserves better."

Adele is 15 months old and new to this journey. There is so much love, joy and admiration right now in her life. When she's three years old, will people continue to come up to her and tell her that she is perfect and sweet? When she is five years old, will she be told that she is a miracle? When she's seven years old, will she be invited to parties? When she's ten years old, will she be told that she has a beautiful future ahead of her?

"She deserves better."

When Adele gets past the adorable, sweet and cute baby stage, will the world change their mind about her? How will your views change? When Adele's speech isn't as clear as your child's speech, will you still encourage your child to play with Adele? Will she be left out of birthday parties? Will she be included in the class? Will her teachers love and respect her?

"She deserves better."

This extra chromosome is sometimes a pain in the ass. It makes me mad, then I'm all good with it, then I worry and think about the future.
James and I have made it our mission to help pave the way as much as we can for Adele. We will make ourselves known in the community. We will visit the school and continue to educate the students. We will keep trying to change the views that society has on children with Down syndrome.

The statement "she deserves better", I partly agree. She does deserve better. She deserves respect from everybody she encounters. She deserves to be healthy and happy. She deserves to be loved. She deserves to have all of the same opportunities as other children. She deserves to have a beautiful life.

Yesterday, we went for a nice walk over to auntie and uncle's house. When we got home, it was passed nap time, so I wanted to get Adele fed and both girls put to bed.
As I was feeding Adele, Brinley was walking toward the kitchen. I heard a thump and then she started to cry. I realized that she had banged into her dollhouse. I didn't really think too much of it until I saw her face. There was blood flowing, just above her eyebrow. She wasn't crying very hard. I jumped up, ran over to her and grabbed her.
I sat her down on the couch and realized that she would need to go to the hospital.
She was very calm and happy, unlike her momma, whose heart was pounding in her chest and who needed to be told that her baby was going to be just fine.
She ended up not needing stitches because of where the gash was, so close to her eyebrow. The doctor said that they would eventually grow over it and cover the scar. She got some glue and we were on our way. We were told to get up every two hours and check on her, just to make sure that she was doing fine.

In the grand scheme of things, this was so very minor, but it made me realize that life can change in an instant. Your whole world can be flipped upside down without any warning. Love madly and deeply. Slow down.

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