An Unpleasant Adventure: Micah's First Hospital Stay

It seems that every time I vow to do better about blogging regularly, life comes along and shoves me right off track. This time, it's taken a little while to pick myself, and my baby, up and recover my footing, but I'm back, and I hope to actually entertain you with some of the upcoming posts I mentioned a few weeks ago. But before I do that, I wanted to share the unpleasant adventure we survived last week. Baby girl endured her first trip to the hospital. It was not pleasant, nor was it fun, and I do not wish it upon anyone. Did you know that hospital cribs look like tiny little baby jail cells?

Twas awful.

Micah caught a nasty little stomach bug (as did I) that threw her little system (and my grown up one) for a major loop last week. She threw up once on Friday and once on Saturday, but Sunday morning the floodgates opened and she couldn't keep anything down. We stopped in at the hospital when she was so lethargic she couldn't lift her head if she wanted.

If you know my baby, you know that she's a bundle of energy. She does not like to be cuddled. She wants to be crawling around exploring her world and playing all. the. time. She hates being held like this:

But she was so out of it that she voluntarily laid her head down on her daddy's chest while we were in the ER. If you ever go to the emergency room and they usher you to a room immediately, you know that it's serious. My poor pitiful baby was very, very sick. She was severely dehydrated, and her blood sugar had dropped to 50. Once they got an IV in, she perked up a bit.

But she was still pretty puny. Monday she was able to keep down a bit of Gatorade, so they let us go home, but it soon became obvious that the virus was still ravaging her little tummy. Tuesday morning she couldn't even keep down a teaspoon of Gatorade. A teaspoon! Do you know how minuscule a teaspoon is?

It was scary. Very, very scary, but thankfully, we finally got the vomiting under control and she's back to normal now. And let me just say that she's hungry. Very, very hungry. Which is good, since she lost a whole pound while she was sick. That's a lot for such a tiny little girl.

Anyway, many of you knew all of this already, but I wanted to write and thank you for all of the prayers and kindness you showed us last week. We needed your help, and you provided in a very real way. We're more grateful for your love and support than you'll ever know.

Until next time, grace and peace.

Just Popping In

Hi! Remember me? I'm the girl who used to write here. Life has been very busy lately, and I have been so busy living it that I haven't had the time to sit down and write, but I have big plans for the future. I've had lots of post ideas rolling around in my head over the past few weeks, and I plan on rolling them out over the next several days. Actually putting that in writing obligates me to follow through.

At least, that's the plan.

But for now, I just wanted to pop in and say hi and let you know that I'm thinking about you. As the summer days wind down and fall approaches, life should slow down a bit, but things rarely happen as they should, do they?

Anyway, I'll be back soon. I just wanted to say hi.

Until next time, grace and peace.

It's the Little Things

My baby girl turned 10 months old Saturday. As she gets older and starts looking more like a little girl and less like a baby, it's the little things I want to remember.

Like these chubby little legs.

This excitable nature.

And this sweet little spot on the back of her neck.

This innocent delight.

And, of course, these bright blue eyes and two tiny teeth.

I could go on and on. At 10 months old, Micah has a fearlessness that I envy and a mischievousness that gets her in trouble. She plays peek-a-boo with us, crinkles up her little nose and snorts at us, follows us, and climbs all over us. She's on the verge of walking and takes every opportunity to practice standing up. Though she started out as a picky eater, now she'll eat anything we put in front of her, but she has a fondness for Cheerios and bananas that can't be beat. She's sweet and funny and easy-going and happy and as delightful as a little girl can be.

As she grows up before my eyes, It's the little things I want to savor and remember. Soon her mouth will be filled with lots of tiny little teeth. That sweet spot on the back of her neck will be covered with blonde curls, and the chub will fall off her little legs. But her eyes will always be bright blue. And I pray that she'll keep her innocent delight and sense of adventure. Right now, the little things are the precious things in our lives.

Until next time, grace and peace.