Today hasn't been a good one. As a matter of fact, it's been pretty bad. The whole week has been nuts. On Monday, we went to court for Malia. This was a standard run of the mill hearing, to which we have been dozens of times, but we were overwhelmed by the incompetence of the birth parents. I felt emotionally drained by the time we made it home. I think it's ok to be pissed off at them. I respect them and I thank them every day in my prayers for the gifts of my children, but right now I am in total disbelief that 2 people could be so stupid.
On Tuesday, I farmed out 3 kids so Kim and I could take Morgan to Dell Children's Hospital to have tests done on her kidneys in hopes of better understanding why she gets so many UTI's. Morgan has never been an easy stick and this procedure required big guns to get the IV going. It broke our hearts to hold her down and listen to her scream. I wanted to run away screaming myself. Radioactive isotopes were injected into her veins, which later caused a fever and horrible diaper rash.
On Wednesday we met with the pediatric urologist to read the tests. Guess what? It showed NOTHING. There is absolutely nothing wrong with her kidneys so why is she getting a UTI every month just about? So frustrating! The urologist saw the diaper rash and suggested we see the pediatrician before the holiday weekend. Great! Another doctor! Morgan is terrified of anyone in a white coat and if they take her pants off, look out! The poor thing has had more catheters than anyone I know.
So today is Thursday and the day has been awful. Kim and I are both exhausted and desperately need some down time, but when you're the mothers of 4 children under 7, you don't get much down time. I laid down for a few minutes about 3 this afternoon and when I woke up, everything seemed better. The girls were absolutely gorgeous in their Christmas dresses and it felt good to be at church as a family. Here they are before the service.
The service at MCC was beautiful. We went to the Family Service at 6 and Madison walked right into the roll of an angel in the La Posadas. She amazes me. No rehearsal, no idea what she is suppose to do, and absolutely no fear.
It is always great to be with the village. They mean the absolute world to us. In the absence of our biological families, they are our family of choice.
The night has ended so much better than the day began. Madison and McKenzie are beside themselves with excitement over Santa. It took forever to get them to sleep, but alas, they are slumbering peacefully. Morgan is asleep in my bed (spread eagle no less) and I have been relegated to the couch, but I don't care. I am just so happy to be the mother of these amazing little angels. I am peaceful, finally, and looking forward to Christmas morning. The service ended tonight with Go Tell It On The Mountain. Madison, McKenzie, and Morgan were clapping and swaying to the music. My life changed forever with the birth of a baby. And it continues to change with the arrival of every angel. I am truly blessed among women and I thank God for my little ones. Merry Christmas every one!
1 comment:
Amy, what a wonderful Christmas Mircle story you have shared. Brings tears of joy to my eyes reading this and knowing how important those children are to u & Kim. Mom would be proud and is watching what you 2 have done as she had done in past. Prayers go out to all of you on this day and during the next year and all your trying times. Let the children sing and play the tunes in your hearts to have strength to carry on with all that crosses your path.
Love Aunt Joan and Joyce.
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