So I’ve been meaning to blog almost every day for the last two weeks, but the days are getting away from me and I’m just too darn tired in the evenings. We have some catching up to do!
We’re trucking right along. Elena continues to thrive at the Jackson Center. She is officially over the “cry for the entire three hours because I don’t know any of you” phase, which is a relief. We’ve seen such a boost in her head/trunk control since she started. All the extra therapy is paying off. It’s great for her socially (she has a very “special” friend in class, who happens to be a boy) and I get great reports of her achievements each day we are there.
Our house is FINALLY coming along. We exited the long, very long, design phase a couple weeks ago and our contractor has officially started work. It’s been really exciting to see the progress each week. And though, overwhelming, picking out all our finishes has been fun. It’s great to see it all come together. We have many months left before we even can think about actually moving but we’re making progress!
Now, to the not-so-exciting news, Elena is having surgery at the end of the month. Ugh. It’s awful. Being a parent can be really tough sometimes, but having to decide to put your daughter through a painful surgery where the results aren’t even guaranteed, really ranks up there. I would give anything to go through this for her. The doctor will go into her groin and cut one of the three tendons that attach to her adductor muscle. In theory, it’s should ease the tension in her left hip (that is likely causing her hip to dislocate) but the doctor can’t give us a guarantee that it will do anything. It is really just a shot at slowing down the dislocation in her hip. Barring a miracle (which we will CERTAINLY be praying for), Elena will have to have the most horrible, no good, awful surgery in a few years when she’s older. We left the meeting with the surgeon pretty discouraged. We agreed though that we have to give Elena every chance we can to keep her hip functional and without pain. My poor baby.
Needless to say, we’ll be needing some prayers over the next couple weeks. Say a few especially for her little hip.