I picked up my usual "feel good" book Bloom by Kellie Hampton. Whenever Elizabeth has had a good/bad day I immerse my self in her beautiful story. It always floods me with memories. Some are better than others. Some I have blogged about more times than i'd like to admit and some that brings smiles to my face. Like my first diaper change or the first time I gave her a bath. But none could prepare me for the memories we made today. Some moms will never experience the day and some well... They just take it for granted.
This morning Elizabeth started out the morning fabulous. She slept till 8 o'clock and woke up with a beaming smile. We got dressed for her doctor and speech therapy appointment. We were dressed early so we went to Aunt Tammy's house to pick up Santana (btw she lives less than a mile from our house and will soon be our neighbor once her and Matthew get married and we move into the new house). Santana wasn't dressed yet but Aunt Tammy had plenty of time for loving and "constructive criticism." She had a great point though! Elizabeth's condition isn't MAGICAL because God doesn't make MAGICAL he makes miracles. And that's exactly what she is. Consider how almost near impossible it is to get pregnant and why all it entails the body to do. Now factor in a genetic MIRACLE. Your odds just keep getting slimmer! But I'm getting sidetracked! We went to the doctor and all was well. And headed off to speech therapy where we worked on feeding. As we were ending our session Lori took Elizabeth put of the feeding chair to feel her swallow (Elizabeth has a delayed swallow when taking food by mouth). Lori and I had just finished discussing how Elizabeth was not doing the incoherrent babbling like mmmmmm or dadadada. As Lori sat Elizabeth on her lap she cried, threw her head back and that's when it happened! My sweet girl put letters together to make sounds and that sound was beautiful... My sweet girl called for her mama! As clear as I say mama she cried out for me! Tell me what mama would swoop up her baby,cuddle her,and cry as she soothed her child! I fiercely cried and so did her therapist. Today was truly a day I will never forget. She may not say mama for six months but today... Today she called for her mama!
My cup runneth over!
Jay and I laid in bed discussing today's events and Elizabeth's diagnosis. I ,of course, tearfully discussed how I hurt that it is so difficult for her to say mama and how sometimes it just doesn't seem fair. Jay quickly,as usual, reminded me that it will make her stronger and her struggles make it that much more of a celebration!
My cup runneth over!
Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: Thou hast anointed my head with oil; My cup runneth over. Psalms 23:5
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