Saturday, August 31, 2013


I feel like a lot of this blog has been dedicated to Adelyn. While I love having a place to sort out my feelings and express myself regarding this experience, I also feel like Lily deserves some love too. So this entry will be about her. My first daughter. The little girl who made me a mother; who made us a family; who changed us forever.

Lily. My first littlest love. She's so many things all rolled into 1. She's precocious. She's smart. She's sassy. She's sweet. She has the attitude to drive me to the brink of insanity and the smile to pull me back, all in an instant. She's my first miracle baby. The baby by all medical accounts wasn't supposed to be easy or even be here. I remember the day I got a positive pregnancy test like it was yesterday. I remember the threatened miscarriage. The crying at work. The hospital visits later in the pregnancy. The bed rest. The headaches. The swelling. The pre-eclampsia. But, most of all, I remember the birth. I remember how fast and furious it all was. I remember hearing, "it's a girl" and crying. I remember Steve crying too. Our healthy, chunky, dark haired, dark complected little girl (although it's hard to picture her now as anything other than a fair skinned, blonde haired bean pole). The little girl I had dreamed about. The little girl I had named when I was 16 years old. My beautiful, Lilian Mae.

And here we are, on the brink of her turning 4. The next few weeks are going to be big for her. We decided that she needed more interaction with kids her age so we decided to enroll her in pre-school. Her orientation is next week and the following week she starts. My first littlest love is starting school. I want to say I'm choked up over the whole thing. But, I'm not. It's so unreal to me. I look at her and still see the baby who would ask me, "where'd that parking lot go?"; who called fruit snacks, "snack fruits" and ranch dressing "narnch". I'm going to cry when she goes. I'm going to cry like a baby. But I know that I have to let her go. While she's a great big sister (most the time), she's had a hard time being the oldest. She craves big kid interaction. And I can't blame her. I am always telling her to play with her toys at the table or after Adelyn goes to sleep if she wants to play alone. I try to make her bedroom a good place to go and not be bothered by a pestering little sister who wants everything Lily has. But, it's not nearly as fun to be holed up in a bedroom. She's constantly asking to play with the neighbors or her cousins, but that's not always feasible. She needs a place where she can be her. Where she can learn and grow. Where she can play with kids her age. And even learn a thing or 2.

The same week, Lily has her first ballet class. She started dance last year but was in a "pre-school rhythm" class that promised to introduce her to all sorts of types of dance. While I don't feel that promise was kept, it did introduce her to ballet. It introduced her to a love and a passion. She's not exactly graceful. She doesn't have "raw" talent. But, she has a love for something that I'm going to encourage as much as possible. And, it again, gives her time to be a 3 - almost 4 - year old without the restrictions of being "the big sister".

It's not easy to sit back and let her grow up. She promised me when she was little she wasn't going to do that. But, it's been amazing to see the process as it happens. To see how much she's changed in the past year or even how much she changes day to day. She's so articulate and expresses her thoughts so well when she wants to. She has such a vivid imagination; she loves to draw/color and play "house". She's a mother through and through. She nurses her babies and changes their "cloth" diapers - newborn size disposable diapers that she insists on washing in her play kitchen sink. She tackles me with her hugs and isn't afraid to express her undying love for me and others and her love for God. She gets down on her knees and prays for others. She can tell you more super heroes than I can. She loves older music - anything from Elvis to Journey to Bon Jovi. She's turned into such a little person. But to me, she'll always be my first littlest love. My beautiful Lilian Mae.

Tuesday, August 13, 2013

Adelyn's Inchstones

Whether big or small, an inch makes a foot and a foot makes a mile, or in this case - a milestone 
Owen's Mom of Owen's Inchstones

It's been a long time since I blogged. The summer has just been too much fun to find the time to sit down and write. But, when we last left off Adelyn had just started crawling around on all 4s, was being evaluated for foot braces, was pulling up on the furniture and was working her way off baby food. So much has changed since then! If you're just joining us, feel free to read the beginning of our journey at Perfectly Adelyn and Perfectly Adelyn Pt 2

She got her foot braces in June. Those made a world of difference for her. I thought she was going to be upset over wearing them, but she loves them! The orthotist explained it to me like this: imagine trying to roller blade without having the skates tied up. Think about how unsteady you would feel. How hard it would be to do. That's what Adelyn was going through before she got the braces. Then she got them and it's like we tied her roller blades, so to speak. She's even gotten to the point that if she doesn't have them on, she gets upset. She'll find them and shake them at me while yelling as if to say, "woman, what are you thinking?! I need my braces on!"

After she got the braces, she really started taking off. She began by pushing things around the house. It started off almost accidentally. Where she would be putting her weight on the toy and it would move (since we have pergo floors) and she would follow it. Then it became a purposeful movement and she made her way around the house like a pro. She even started taking some unassisted steps. Her first steps were to her sister. Which, couldn't make Lily prouder. But, then last month she got Hand, Foot and Mouth. She was very sick for about a week. She spent several days on the couch unmoving. After that, she regressed a lot. She stopped walking all together; refusing to even push her toys and wanting to be carried everywhere. It was then that I knew I had to start really pushing her. I started making her walk everywhere. It started off as holding my hands and walking to her high chair for meals or to her bedroom at nap/bed time. Then she started walking on her own! As of the beginning of August, she is a full time walker. I don't remember the last time I saw her crawl. She's still unsteady outside on the uneven ground but we're working on that a little each day. She can make it down one house, one way and if pushed will walk back.

Her eating habits have made a 180 degree turn. Not only is she fully on table food, but she eats That girl amazes me with how much she can eat in one sitting. And she's not nearly as picky/sensory as she was. She'll eat almost anything. She's still a tiny little peanut but that's okay.

Her vocabulary is expanding. She's started calling me mama, but I'm still not sure if she knows what she's saying. Lily taught her how to say "ow" and "ouch" Although she says it all the time, so she doesn't quite know how to use it. She calls all cows "moooo". She likes to intentionally drop her food on the ground and call for Loela to come clean it up. She's started to say "Lily". When Lily recently spent the night at her aunt's, Adelyn walked around putting her arms up inquisitively saying "Lily". Well, her version of Lily at least. As if to ask, "where's Lily". She's trying to repeat a lot of what we say too. I already see her being as big of a talker as her sister is once she finds her words.

She's made some huge strides this summer on all fronts. We'll start therapy back up in the fall. Right now she's slated to have physical therapy, occupation therapy, speech therapy and the teacher. I cannot wait to see how much she grows and changes when we start that back up. I feel like every day she's sticking it to the man and I couldn't be happier.