What Day Is It?

December 5, 2014

Ok.  I’m sorry.  I’ve been meaning to post on the blog for dayssss now.  But, I can’t remember what day it is.  It has been a very tough two weeks, way tougher than I had anticipated.  It has fully proved my theory that it’s best to anticipate the absolute worst, then be pleasantly surprised by how well it turns out.  In this case, I had in my mind that we would all get through surgery easy peasy and then bounce back in no time at all.  WRONG!!

I’ll start with the positive.  Elena’s really is doing great.  Her incision is healing nicely.  Her days are pretty pleasant, boring, but she’s content.  Moving her around is getting easier and less painful for her.  She’s been off pain meds for over a week.  She’s done really great in the few therapy sessions she’s had and has been tolerating lots of stretching.  The best part, we’re starting to see the real Elena again.

The tough part….we’re not sleeping.  Not like…I-have-a-newborn sleeping and I’m up every 2-3 hours feeding him.  Like, sleeping a total of two hours at night…. non-consecutively….. for days on end…..with a hysterical three year old….who can’t communicate what’s wrong…..and is miserable from about 11:30pm to 5:30am.  Chad and I have been barely functioning.

Desperate yesterday, we called her surgeon and our friend Lara, at the Jackson Center.  In short, we determined that Elena’s probably suffering from muscle spasms and the worst reflux she’s probably ever had.  That, turns out, is about the worst combo EVER.  Poor baby.  We’re praying that medication can help her relax enough at night to get some sleep.  Last night was a smidge better (with the meds), but we all still need way more rest.

So, that’s that.  And about all my brain can get out right now.  I’m way behind on posts and have some catching up to do.  I’ll get back to you!

For now, here’s some pictures of our girl:

Here’s Elena yesterday upright, in her brace, laughing at her brother.

All bundled up for the Zionsville Christmas parade

With her BFFs Brennley, Hudson and Amelia at the Christmas parade 

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This is Elena. Our Light. You can see all the goodness and joy that shines from those deep blue eyes. She loves sneezes, yawns, industrial toilet flushes, automatic paper towel dispensers and The Star Spangled Banner. Music is her everything, specifically Moana, Frozen (really all Disney), Queen & Taylor Swift. Nothing makes her squeal quite like swimming, fast boat rides and her two brothers in trouble. In addition to her megawatt smile, Elena reminds us to cherish the smallest of victories, to live in the present, and to daily dwell in a posture of gratitude for every breath and every blessing.  

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I’m Emmalee, an ordinary gal born and raised in the Heartland. Wife to Chad, and Mom to Elena, Calvin & Turner, I spend most my days ridin’ dirty (literally so much trash) in my minivan carting kids to and fro. When I’m not being a Momager, I excel at self-care, cooking gourmet meals my kids won’t eat and deep-diving all the feelings. Most days, my attitude is gratitude, just taking life one step at a time.

Emmalee & Elena

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