From the first time I read this blog--All Are Precious in His Sight, I knew I would have a deep connection to it. "Boss Your Heart" has rang in my ears many times. Lorraine and I have little girls with sick hearts. As sad as Chrissie's story is to read, it still gives me hope that God gets the glory, no matter what, even in our pain and loss. It's really an inspiring story. Check out her blog...if you haven't already, and read the link to "boss your heart" that is most recently on Dec. 30th's entry.
Lorraine has recently published her blog entries of the fight that Chrissie had. It's been on my mind as we look forward to Mahaela's surgery. Why am I sharing this now...well I want the book and the necklace--shameless, I know. But everyone should read her story. So the give aways are the motivation I've needed to get this information in a post.
Check it out.
www.allarepreciousinhissight.blogspot.com
Thursday, December 30, 2010
Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Happy Teeth (but we may just ruin that!)
Today, Mahaela had a dentist appointment. We were told to get all the dental taken care of before surgery. I told the dentist that the doctor at our visa/Embassy appointment in Bulgaria mentioned her having cavities (I think she had just eaten a cookie or something). Our dentist took a look and said it all looks good to him. Mahaela did so well. She just sat up in the chair and gave big smiles...why don't I video tape these things??!! The dentist showed her how he was going to count her teeth with that horrible pick/needle looking thing that could be very intimidating looking. He counted her fingers with it and that didn't hurt so she opened up and let him have a good look.
So that is all good news. Here is the down side...she has had more Coke than any child should ever have. We may quickly ruin her "happy teeth." She goes around randomly saying "Eskum Coke!" "I want Coke!" We will quickly break this habit after what happened last night. We frequently joke that the orphanage would just die at what her life is like with us! She was sipping coke from anyone who would give it to her and from cans just laying around. (We were with family for dinner.) We finally got home and put her to bed...10:30-11:00pm. (I know, shame, shame.) About midnight she woke up just crying, hard, like she was hurting. I went in to get her and cherished the moment to "save" her. But she cried quite a while. I brought her into our bed and she did fall asleep after a bit, only to wake up again about 2:30. She was either crying or wide awake and asking to get down. When she wasn't allowed to get down, she just cried. I put her back into her bed. I knew the alarm would be going off about 5:30 and I did not want her to wake up to that. We learned a hard lesson, but we learned it! This girl loves any soda and we, I guess, have to be the parents, and say "no" to coke! I think she was miserably tired, but was on a caffeine and sugar high and could not get or stay asleep. OK, so we won't repeat that again.
We had a fabulous Christmas. She really was perfect through it all. She is like my other kids, stays up too late, but gets up late, too. She never crumbled or fell apart, even though it wasn't ideal as far as a schedule for a toddler. She just really loved it all and we all loved watching her and celebrating this wonderful Christmas with her in our home. I knew she was having a great time and the only down side was that I was losing my wrung on the ladder. It was just a week, in the scope of things and I already knew the great progress she has made so far. So today, with Bill back at work and everyone else gone, I am climbing the ladder again. Even when I really corrected her and let her know I was angry about something she did, she still came around and was compliant, eventually. At one point I was holding her and wanted her to say sorry to one of the kids for something. I said "I'm just gonna ride the bull" as she was bucking and having a tantrum. I could have given in pretty early on, but I felt up for the challenge and just let her get mad. When she calmed down a bit, she was still sitting in my lap and she did say sorry. I was happy and thanked her a lot for saying sorry. She knew she had done all that I wanted of her and she got down off my lap. At some other point today I reacted very strongly to her spitting at one of the kids, but through the glass on the french doors. I picked her up and made her wipe the spit off with her sleeve and then held her. She knew she was "in trouble." She was yelling because I was holding her, but stopped mid scream and said "sorry" in the most adorable way. Then I let her down. These episodes sound horrible on paper, but they really are brief and not that big of a deal. But what I really like about recalling them is that it is evidence that she is so teachable right now and that she is learning. She also didn't necessarily resist me as she would have the first couple weeks. She let me put her down, without her struggling to get down. She really is getting it!
As I am typing this, I realize it is after midnight and now December 29--one month from Gotcha day. I really can't believe it! We have been home just over 3 weeks and I am just absolutely praising the Lord. She is so awesome. We just love her like crazy. I thought it was so cute Monday when Bill was playing around with her and getting her dressed, he said he really likes to get her dressed in the morning. He changes her diaper, picks out her clothes and even does her hair. She is just fun to take care of (and he is such a good daddy.) She will see him and say "sakatapotato." He throws her over his shoulder and says "I've-got-a-sack-of-potatoes" as he runs around the room. It is so cute because she repeats the phrase and adds an extra syllable. She loves his horsey rides, ring around the rosey, London bridges, and just wrestling on the floor. What's not to love about all that crazy energy!
We had a wonderful Christmas, as I hope you all did, also. We are looking forward to ringing in 2011!
So that is all good news. Here is the down side...she has had more Coke than any child should ever have. We may quickly ruin her "happy teeth." She goes around randomly saying "Eskum Coke!" "I want Coke!" We will quickly break this habit after what happened last night. We frequently joke that the orphanage would just die at what her life is like with us! She was sipping coke from anyone who would give it to her and from cans just laying around. (We were with family for dinner.) We finally got home and put her to bed...10:30-11:00pm. (I know, shame, shame.) About midnight she woke up just crying, hard, like she was hurting. I went in to get her and cherished the moment to "save" her. But she cried quite a while. I brought her into our bed and she did fall asleep after a bit, only to wake up again about 2:30. She was either crying or wide awake and asking to get down. When she wasn't allowed to get down, she just cried. I put her back into her bed. I knew the alarm would be going off about 5:30 and I did not want her to wake up to that. We learned a hard lesson, but we learned it! This girl loves any soda and we, I guess, have to be the parents, and say "no" to coke! I think she was miserably tired, but was on a caffeine and sugar high and could not get or stay asleep. OK, so we won't repeat that again.
We had a fabulous Christmas. She really was perfect through it all. She is like my other kids, stays up too late, but gets up late, too. She never crumbled or fell apart, even though it wasn't ideal as far as a schedule for a toddler. She just really loved it all and we all loved watching her and celebrating this wonderful Christmas with her in our home. I knew she was having a great time and the only down side was that I was losing my wrung on the ladder. It was just a week, in the scope of things and I already knew the great progress she has made so far. So today, with Bill back at work and everyone else gone, I am climbing the ladder again. Even when I really corrected her and let her know I was angry about something she did, she still came around and was compliant, eventually. At one point I was holding her and wanted her to say sorry to one of the kids for something. I said "I'm just gonna ride the bull" as she was bucking and having a tantrum. I could have given in pretty early on, but I felt up for the challenge and just let her get mad. When she calmed down a bit, she was still sitting in my lap and she did say sorry. I was happy and thanked her a lot for saying sorry. She knew she had done all that I wanted of her and she got down off my lap. At some other point today I reacted very strongly to her spitting at one of the kids, but through the glass on the french doors. I picked her up and made her wipe the spit off with her sleeve and then held her. She knew she was "in trouble." She was yelling because I was holding her, but stopped mid scream and said "sorry" in the most adorable way. Then I let her down. These episodes sound horrible on paper, but they really are brief and not that big of a deal. But what I really like about recalling them is that it is evidence that she is so teachable right now and that she is learning. She also didn't necessarily resist me as she would have the first couple weeks. She let me put her down, without her struggling to get down. She really is getting it!
As I am typing this, I realize it is after midnight and now December 29--one month from Gotcha day. I really can't believe it! We have been home just over 3 weeks and I am just absolutely praising the Lord. She is so awesome. We just love her like crazy. I thought it was so cute Monday when Bill was playing around with her and getting her dressed, he said he really likes to get her dressed in the morning. He changes her diaper, picks out her clothes and even does her hair. She is just fun to take care of (and he is such a good daddy.) She will see him and say "sakatapotato." He throws her over his shoulder and says "I've-got-a-sack-of-potatoes" as he runs around the room. It is so cute because she repeats the phrase and adds an extra syllable. She loves his horsey rides, ring around the rosey, London bridges, and just wrestling on the floor. What's not to love about all that crazy energy!
We had a wonderful Christmas, as I hope you all did, also. We are looking forward to ringing in 2011!
Friday, December 24, 2010
Merry Christmas Eve
Last Christmas just seems like moments ago. I recall going through the whole Christmas holiday thinking, saying, imagining that it would be the last one without our little girl. We didn't know anything about the child we would be blessed with. We didn't even know if we would get a boy or girl. But I hoped and prayed that it would be the last Christmas without them. It's so hard to believe that she is now here with us, celebrating Christmas with our family. Her stocking with her name on it came in plenty of time. Stuffing 5 stockings made me feel like I have a lot of kids!
Mahaela is having a wonderful time with family and they are enjoying her. I look forward to a little one on one with her again, but I know she is just having the best time with so many cousins. Yesterday she was sick with a stomach bug and even while throwing up, she still had a smile for us. I don't think she knew she was sick!
My little present was that she is letting me read to her at night. She backs up to sit on my lap, just like my other kids did, and flips through the pages of our Christmas story book and repeats so many words. It's such a sweet time to read to her about Jesus' birth and sing Away in a Manger. I think she likes it very much.
So much to be thankful for and so much to enjoy this year. I'm saying a prayer for all my friends who may read this and are still waiting for the present you really want--your child in your arms. He knows the path you are on, when he has tested and tried you, you will come forth as gold. Job 23:10 We are all better for what we learn along the way.
Looking forward to having our first Christmas together as a family of 7!
Merry Christmas to all!
Mahaela is having a wonderful time with family and they are enjoying her. I look forward to a little one on one with her again, but I know she is just having the best time with so many cousins. Yesterday she was sick with a stomach bug and even while throwing up, she still had a smile for us. I don't think she knew she was sick!
My little present was that she is letting me read to her at night. She backs up to sit on my lap, just like my other kids did, and flips through the pages of our Christmas story book and repeats so many words. It's such a sweet time to read to her about Jesus' birth and sing Away in a Manger. I think she likes it very much.
So much to be thankful for and so much to enjoy this year. I'm saying a prayer for all my friends who may read this and are still waiting for the present you really want--your child in your arms. He knows the path you are on, when he has tested and tried you, you will come forth as gold. Job 23:10 We are all better for what we learn along the way.
Looking forward to having our first Christmas together as a family of 7!
Merry Christmas to all!
Friday, December 17, 2010
No News=Great News
Just a day after my last post, I had my daughter, Aubrey wondering why I hadn't posted anything and begging me to write something. I told her we were just living life--mundane! There aren't any big details to share, but we have had a special week just being a family. Mahaela just feels like she fits completely. It really has been a dream--she's been a dream. She is getting better with the slapping, challenging behavior. We can see that she is very correctable. Things don't quite seem to be escalating to the point they did that first week. She has given some dirty looks--fiery-dart eyes, some pushes, some slaps, but they are less frequent. I think the behavior is a little comical to others. She will go from a dirty look to me to the biggest grin to someone else. At dinner with family Wednesday night, she got in trouble from Bill for pushing me away. I wasn't even touching her, she was sitting in her own chair, and she still pushed me away. She tried it again and glanced at Bill first. He was still looking at her so her shove became a hug. So she is learning.
She is learning and using lots of words. She repeats a lot of English words. We can tell she will not hold her language for very long at all. I actually think it is sad...it's such a part of who she is now, and something she will never get back. She loves to talk on the phone and we need to record her having a little conversation in Bulgarian. It's so cute.
We still need to get her blood drawn and chest xray. She is about to finish her antibiotic for the ears and she seems to feel well. This am her hands and lips were blue and Bill seemed a bit concerned, wondering what her pulse-ox was?? We thought maybe she was a bit cold. Bill got her dressed and put a hoodie on her and her color did improve after a while. Just a little interesting.
We are enjoying just getting to know her. She just feels part of our family. Jake the other day commented that she smelled like us now. He thought she smelled different when we got home (although we all smelled a bit "different" after staying in an apartment and hotels for 10 days.) I just thought that was pretty observant. I completely understand what he means though. There were things about her that were not like my other kids--things that made me feel like I didn't know or recognize her--things like the shape of her hands and fingers or toenails. Now they are becoming so familiar, so Mahaela.
Family starts coming in tomorrow, so our week will be set into motion. It will be crazy and fun. I'm pretty happy that so far, I have kept my head about me, which isn't always the case!
Merry Christmas!!
She is learning and using lots of words. She repeats a lot of English words. We can tell she will not hold her language for very long at all. I actually think it is sad...it's such a part of who she is now, and something she will never get back. She loves to talk on the phone and we need to record her having a little conversation in Bulgarian. It's so cute.
We still need to get her blood drawn and chest xray. She is about to finish her antibiotic for the ears and she seems to feel well. This am her hands and lips were blue and Bill seemed a bit concerned, wondering what her pulse-ox was?? We thought maybe she was a bit cold. Bill got her dressed and put a hoodie on her and her color did improve after a while. Just a little interesting.
We are enjoying just getting to know her. She just feels part of our family. Jake the other day commented that she smelled like us now. He thought she smelled different when we got home (although we all smelled a bit "different" after staying in an apartment and hotels for 10 days.) I just thought that was pretty observant. I completely understand what he means though. There were things about her that were not like my other kids--things that made me feel like I didn't know or recognize her--things like the shape of her hands and fingers or toenails. Now they are becoming so familiar, so Mahaela.
Family starts coming in tomorrow, so our week will be set into motion. It will be crazy and fun. I'm pretty happy that so far, I have kept my head about me, which isn't always the case!
Merry Christmas!!
Monday, December 13, 2010
All is Well
We have been with Mahaela two weeks today, and home for just over a week. Everything is still going very well. She is delightful. Someone commented today that she seemed very happy and just has a sparkle in her eye. I couldn't agree more. We had a good day as a family on Saturday. Bill made two comments over the weekend that just made my heart soar. He said, "she's really beautiful." It was the kind of remark you make after you get to know someone, even their "ugly" side and still think they are beautiful. Bill and the kids came to the conclusion that she looks like a Hobbit--maybe Frodo. I'm sure they mean it in the best possible way! She really has a personality that has just roped us all in. She gives a big English "Hi" when someone comes to see her. Adorable--especially since what she really wants to say is "Zdraveytey."
The other thing Bill said is that he is falling in love with her. I compare it to being pregnant with my other kids--you know you love them, even before you really know them, but then to know them is to fall in love with them in a completely different and deeper way. I thought it was so sweet when he said out loud what we were both thinking.
Today, we had to run around to get Aubrey for an Orthodontist appt. and then we went to Target while we waited for kids to get out of school. It meant a lot of time in the car and no nap. She does so well and seems flexible which is a real blessing as that is just how our lives must run. One thing that has been a surprise to me is that nothing seems to be shocking to her. I know there must be so many new things that she is experiencing, but nothing to this point seems to be overwhelming. The shopping cart had to be new for her. Besides not knowing exactly what I was trying to do with her legs, she eventually sat down and acted like it was a great new ride she was on. She doesn't ever seems to be intimidated by anything. She even saw Santa today. I'm sure I'm breaking all kinds of rules...we are just living life, what can I say?
As an update on her health, she is on an antibiotic for the ear infections, and has the diarrhea to go with it. Oh, and she now takes her meds great--and anything else she can drink from a syringe! We still need to get her blood drawn. We were to have a cardiology appt. on Thursday, but I postponed it until next year! I know that once that ball starts rolling, it will be hard to slow it down. They need a chest xray before the appt. We have spoken to the surgeon and he is really leaving it to our judgment. He has given us confidence that if she looks good, she is good for now and we can take our time with this. Also, she needs to have a dental exam. They absolutely want all her dental care taken care of before any surgery is needed. Maybe you are familiar with people who have valve issues or other even minor heart conditions (defects) that take an antibiotic before they go to the dentist. It is because bacteria that can enter through gum/oral trauma have a way of infecting the heart. The doctor at her Embassy appt. thought she had cavities, but I wonder if she just ate something before the exam?? I don't see anything unusual, but I haven't gotten a great look, either. If she has significant dental work, she may need to go under general anesthesia to have it taken care of. So, between blood work, chest xray, dental exam, dental work, we are a ways from being at the point of getting a heart cath done. So Jan. 13 will be our appt with the cardiologist.
Now, here is the reality check...I am not her favorite right now. I'm trying not to feel sorry for myself. I know this will get better, but it still kind of stinks. Around others, she will choose to let others help her, instead of me. As an example, she was taking off her coat and I was helping her arms out and she pulled her arm away from me and offered it to my best friend. My friend is aware of how she is acting, besides it being very blatant at that moment and she just encouraged Mahaela to let her mommy help her. She seems even hypersensitive to my touch. I can just tell that I am pushing my luck by even holding her or touching her back. She will pull away or push my hand away or smack my hands. I think I forgot to mention on the blog that she spit at me with gusto at the airport in Sofia--just an example of what had been going on the first week and was yet to come. Bill tries to encourage me...he thinks in a couple weeks that she won't let me out of her sight. Aubrey thinks it's so sad. Tonight when she was so mean to me...I had to say out loud..."And for this child I prayed." We just laughed as I was joking, but, oh, the irony! Everyone tries to encourage her to go to me and let me have hugs and kisses. It's not working, yet. Tonight, Mahaela had a rough bedtime. She never really got to sleep. She was dreaming, fitful, and crying. I covered her with a blanket and she really got mad. Bill got home around 10:30 and went in to help her. I had already been in her room about a half hour before and put out my arms to hold her as she was crying. She didn't want anything to do with me. I'm not sure what it is, but it's not so fun. When I am alone with her, she is a little better, but I also don't really push it as I don't want the constant negative reaction. I am just praying that she will begin to allow me to be physically close to her. I'm especially concerned that she be completely ok with me before her surgery. I will be the one who will be with her most of the time. She won't have the luxury of going to Bill or anyone else. The whole thing is a mystery to me and I hope it passes quickly. That's just my little dose of reality...
3 years ago today, she left the hospital and entered the children's home. The nurses all remember the day and date that she came. It must have been a little scary for them to be caring for such a fragile, new, sick child. They did such a good job with her. Putting her socks on yesterday, I noticed all the little pinpoint scars on her feet from the IVs and needle sticks from when she was a baby, having surgeries. It made me sad for her. I wish I could have been there, but I'm thankful that some loving nurses got her through that time.
Just my rambling thoughts, tonight...
The other thing Bill said is that he is falling in love with her. I compare it to being pregnant with my other kids--you know you love them, even before you really know them, but then to know them is to fall in love with them in a completely different and deeper way. I thought it was so sweet when he said out loud what we were both thinking.
Today, we had to run around to get Aubrey for an Orthodontist appt. and then we went to Target while we waited for kids to get out of school. It meant a lot of time in the car and no nap. She does so well and seems flexible which is a real blessing as that is just how our lives must run. One thing that has been a surprise to me is that nothing seems to be shocking to her. I know there must be so many new things that she is experiencing, but nothing to this point seems to be overwhelming. The shopping cart had to be new for her. Besides not knowing exactly what I was trying to do with her legs, she eventually sat down and acted like it was a great new ride she was on. She doesn't ever seems to be intimidated by anything. She even saw Santa today. I'm sure I'm breaking all kinds of rules...we are just living life, what can I say?
As an update on her health, she is on an antibiotic for the ear infections, and has the diarrhea to go with it. Oh, and she now takes her meds great--and anything else she can drink from a syringe! We still need to get her blood drawn. We were to have a cardiology appt. on Thursday, but I postponed it until next year! I know that once that ball starts rolling, it will be hard to slow it down. They need a chest xray before the appt. We have spoken to the surgeon and he is really leaving it to our judgment. He has given us confidence that if she looks good, she is good for now and we can take our time with this. Also, she needs to have a dental exam. They absolutely want all her dental care taken care of before any surgery is needed. Maybe you are familiar with people who have valve issues or other even minor heart conditions (defects) that take an antibiotic before they go to the dentist. It is because bacteria that can enter through gum/oral trauma have a way of infecting the heart. The doctor at her Embassy appt. thought she had cavities, but I wonder if she just ate something before the exam?? I don't see anything unusual, but I haven't gotten a great look, either. If she has significant dental work, she may need to go under general anesthesia to have it taken care of. So, between blood work, chest xray, dental exam, dental work, we are a ways from being at the point of getting a heart cath done. So Jan. 13 will be our appt with the cardiologist.
Now, here is the reality check...I am not her favorite right now. I'm trying not to feel sorry for myself. I know this will get better, but it still kind of stinks. Around others, she will choose to let others help her, instead of me. As an example, she was taking off her coat and I was helping her arms out and she pulled her arm away from me and offered it to my best friend. My friend is aware of how she is acting, besides it being very blatant at that moment and she just encouraged Mahaela to let her mommy help her. She seems even hypersensitive to my touch. I can just tell that I am pushing my luck by even holding her or touching her back. She will pull away or push my hand away or smack my hands. I think I forgot to mention on the blog that she spit at me with gusto at the airport in Sofia--just an example of what had been going on the first week and was yet to come. Bill tries to encourage me...he thinks in a couple weeks that she won't let me out of her sight. Aubrey thinks it's so sad. Tonight when she was so mean to me...I had to say out loud..."And for this child I prayed." We just laughed as I was joking, but, oh, the irony! Everyone tries to encourage her to go to me and let me have hugs and kisses. It's not working, yet. Tonight, Mahaela had a rough bedtime. She never really got to sleep. She was dreaming, fitful, and crying. I covered her with a blanket and she really got mad. Bill got home around 10:30 and went in to help her. I had already been in her room about a half hour before and put out my arms to hold her as she was crying. She didn't want anything to do with me. I'm not sure what it is, but it's not so fun. When I am alone with her, she is a little better, but I also don't really push it as I don't want the constant negative reaction. I am just praying that she will begin to allow me to be physically close to her. I'm especially concerned that she be completely ok with me before her surgery. I will be the one who will be with her most of the time. She won't have the luxury of going to Bill or anyone else. The whole thing is a mystery to me and I hope it passes quickly. That's just my little dose of reality...
3 years ago today, she left the hospital and entered the children's home. The nurses all remember the day and date that she came. It must have been a little scary for them to be caring for such a fragile, new, sick child. They did such a good job with her. Putting her socks on yesterday, I noticed all the little pinpoint scars on her feet from the IVs and needle sticks from when she was a baby, having surgeries. It made me sad for her. I wish I could have been there, but I'm thankful that some loving nurses got her through that time.
Just my rambling thoughts, tonight...
Friday, December 10, 2010
Poor Baby
Mahaela had her pediatrician appt. yesterday. She did great with the whole exam and being with the nurse and doctor. She was very compliant. She looks great. She needed some immunizations to get her all caught up. Unfortunately, she needed 4! Yep, 2 in each leg. She did amazingly well. She cried, but when they were done, she wiped her tears and put a smile right back on her face. It always make me more sad when they are so tough. It was not the cat-in-a-bathtub fight that I thought it would be.
Since there was no wait and she did so well, I decided to go ahead and do her blood draw for labs. That was no fun. She sat in my lap (first mistake) while they decided she had no veins. They stuck her once and got one vial--they need 7 at the minimum. Then they papoosed her for the next stick. No luck! I am going to go back another day, making sure she has had lots of fluids, and see if they see more veins to choose from. She will probably start crying at the door, I would!
The doctor said he could not really even hear a heart murmur--I don't know how significant that is at this point, but I thought that was encouraging. And M. let him have a good long listen. She is in the 78%tile for weight and 60%tile for height. Her o2 Saturation fluctuated from 83-91%, but held at 89% for the longest time. That is just where we would expect it to be with her heart defect and the corrections that have been made so far. He did find that she had bilateral ear infections. He thought it was bad enough looking that she need antibiotics. So she started on amoxicillin. She doesn't like meds, so that is a bummer.
By last evening, she was so pathetic. She began to really guard her legs and then walk like she was completely debilitated. She was all hunched over, shuffling. It was so sad.
Now this morning, she is just sick and crippled! She was fussing early this morning and I went in to get her up. She was a fire ball--just a hot little ember. I just laid her on the couch and she is in pain with her legs and hasn't moved for over an hour. Hoping Tylenol gives her some relief. I see a couple naps in her future as she looks like she could just fall back to sleep already. Sure enough...she is falling to sleep as I write this. Poor baby!
Since there was no wait and she did so well, I decided to go ahead and do her blood draw for labs. That was no fun. She sat in my lap (first mistake) while they decided she had no veins. They stuck her once and got one vial--they need 7 at the minimum. Then they papoosed her for the next stick. No luck! I am going to go back another day, making sure she has had lots of fluids, and see if they see more veins to choose from. She will probably start crying at the door, I would!
The doctor said he could not really even hear a heart murmur--I don't know how significant that is at this point, but I thought that was encouraging. And M. let him have a good long listen. She is in the 78%tile for weight and 60%tile for height. Her o2 Saturation fluctuated from 83-91%, but held at 89% for the longest time. That is just where we would expect it to be with her heart defect and the corrections that have been made so far. He did find that she had bilateral ear infections. He thought it was bad enough looking that she need antibiotics. So she started on amoxicillin. She doesn't like meds, so that is a bummer.
By last evening, she was so pathetic. She began to really guard her legs and then walk like she was completely debilitated. She was all hunched over, shuffling. It was so sad.
Now this morning, she is just sick and crippled! She was fussing early this morning and I went in to get her up. She was a fire ball--just a hot little ember. I just laid her on the couch and she is in pain with her legs and hasn't moved for over an hour. Hoping Tylenol gives her some relief. I see a couple naps in her future as she looks like she could just fall back to sleep already. Sure enough...she is falling to sleep as I write this. Poor baby!
Gotcha Day Video
Below is our Gotcha moment. I know I blogged about it, but here it is in video form. Mahaela was so excited and had been well prepared. Just to clarify, she goes by Misha and calls herself that. Although she knows her name is Mahaela, which was also her birth name.
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