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img_4711One of the things I think Graham sacrifices as Grace’s brother is playing outside in winter. As noted several times before about Grace on the blog – she hates cold, and a cold windy day makes her incredibly unhappy. She complains and gives us looks like we are torturing her. Nonverbal communication at its finest!

I’m in charge of picking up Graham on my way home from work, and often I will hear other parents say things like “grab your boots so we can play outside tonight”. We hardly ever grab Graham’s boots because I know the likelihood of him going outside to play is slim. I hate that for him. The reality is that often times it’s dark before Kevin gets home and I can’t keep half of me inside with Grace and half of me outside with Graham.

This winter Graham has bemoaned several times the lack of snow. But this week it snowed! The first night Graham wanted to play in the snow so badly. I offered for him to go outside by himself, but he didn’t want to do that. So, we brought snow inside and he played with it at the kitchen table. We’ve done this a lot over the years. He gets cups and plastic food from the play kitchen so he can mold the snow into shapes. He also keeps plenty of sticks and rocks in a drawer in his room so he can add some natural elements to his snow sculptures. It’s not an ideal situation but it works.

But this week we had the good fortune of snow and the days being longer. So the second night we had snow Kevin was with Grace inside and Graham and I went outside to play in the snow. We did the normal things… snow angels, snowball fights, made tracks in the snow, found some icicles, went down the slide covered in snow. When a neighbor yelled out a greeting to us Graham happily yelled out “We are playing in the snow!!!” We went inside with wet boots and gloves and icicles in a bowl so Graham could do some experiments with them.

The third day it was over 50 degrees. We have no more snow. We played just in time!

It’s not always a sacrifice- it’s just different.

Joy

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img_1506As I write this Grace is sleeping in the tent we use for traveling. We are in a hotel room in Minnesota in December. It turns out all the tricks in the world couldn’t keep Grace from having to have one more surgery in 2016.

We had this really normal weekend at home; birthday cake for Graham, Christmas program practice at church for Grace and Graham, Kevin and I at the Civic Center to see the Carole King Musical, the actual Christmas program at church, and seeing the Nutcracker at Hoyt Sherman, complete with an intermission visit from some of our very favorite dancers.

The second we got home from the Nutcracker it changed a bit. We had to get Graham packed to go home with my mom and dad for a few days because Grace was having surgery. I’m very thankful that Graham hasn’t had to be there the day of any of Grace’s surgeries this year. The rooms where you wait with her before and with her after are small. Waiting rooms are hushed. There is a multitude of instructions. I have a hard enough time with my own feelings- as we wash her with the special soap, get her in the gown, answer the questions, sign the forms, talk to the doctor, the anesthesiologist, the nurse, try to get her to be still enough for the blood pressure machine to work, it’s so much.

While we were doing all of that Graham was building a sled for his Curious George and playing outside in the snow. He was hanging out with his cousins.  He was experiencing five-year-old boy perfection.

We drove north yesterday morning. The roads had been plowed pretty well, the trees were beautiful all covered with snow, the sky bright blue. It was crazy cold when we started and just got colder as got closer to Minnesota. So cold that we drove straight through not giving Grace her customary breaks to stretch her legs along the way. Our girl hates cold. Hates it. We did everything in our power to get her somewhere warm quickly.

When we arrived we hadn’t even checked in yet when Grace’s doctor – all dressed in her surgery garb- greeted us. She greeted us so warmly and told us she wanted to get Grace going early so she could get us home. We’d talk with her two more times – once more before the surgery where we showed her the pictures of everything that’s been going on with Grace’s mitrofanoff and we talked through how Kevin and I would take care of Grace for the next 7-10 days as she healed. We saw her again when it was all done when she explained to us what she’d found and confirmed that we were right to not wait to get the mitrofanoff revised now. It wasn’t going to get any better without a surgical intervention.

Grace took her sweet time waking up. The first time she woke she complained a lot. We asked that she be given some more pain medication. With that on board she slept a bit longer, and the second time she woke up she was pretty good. A bit groggy, but she made an attempt to grab some tubing and play. We got her dressed. Got her some formula in her stomach. Got her in her wheelchair and got her to the hotel. She played for a bit. Then we snuggled. She played a bit longer and then we got her to bed.

We have pain meds to get her home. There are antibiotics we will give her for six more days. There’s a catheter in her that we pray she doesn’t pull out. When everything’s had time to heal (it could take about 10 days) Kevin and I have a special syringe that we’ll use to take the catheter out of her and we will go about our normal business.

So for anyone who’s counting – that’s 4 surgeries in 6 months for our girl. That is way too many.   I for one am hopeful for 2017 that brings: health and strength to our girl, less worry and more together time for our boy, and energy, inspiration, and courage for Kevin and I to take our family out in the world and enjoy it.

Joy