Therapy is the name of the game! And a little winter wear adventure.
Do you ever wake up suddenly by a noise and try to spring into action? It's dark, everything is a little blurring, and your body just works on auto-pilot. Sitting in the MRI room watching Elsa was a blurry dark mess of emotions. Yet in the mess there were sparks of light, sparks of hope.... Continue Reading →
This post contains affiliated links. Memories exude a color in my mind. Darkness is the only way to describe a week I did not expect in our journey to a diagnosis with Elsa. I frequented our pediatrician weekly for weight checks. I pulled myself together for each visit and thoughtfully placed Elsa in her car... Continue Reading →
The first time you meet your child is one of the best moments in life. So new, so naive, vulnerable, and reliant on innate instincts of the human condition. You would think motherhood would come naturally. You would think breastfeeding and understanding your babies every little noise would be instinct. If you're a mother, you know... Continue Reading →
You can frequently hear me refer to my children as chickens. Constantly running, jumping, and squawking, my boys are exploring the world with all five senses. My daughter just squeals with eyes wide open. My husband tends his home and office producing a crop of God fearing children and a wife in love with every... Continue Reading →