Remembering Kaylee Hope

Today we celebrated the life of Kaylee Hope White at her memorial service.  (See my previous post.)  She passed away at just 22 weeks gestation, yet her life was meaningful, treasured, and a cause for celebration and thanksgiving.  This is the video that her daddy, Joey, made and was played at her service.  Bittersweet and beautiful.  You will not be forgotten, Miss Beautiful.   The other babies in the video are her older twin siblings, Carson & Keira, who are 1 year old.

Huh?

Abby just came and asked me "Mom, every year before Mother's Day, can we have a sick day?"

Me: "A sick day?"
Abby: "Yeah...we can all pretend we're sick. It will be a family tradition!"
Me: "Sure." (Going along with it)
Abby: (rounds up Nathan and Emily) "Guys, we're going to have a sick day! Everyone's going to pretend they're sick except one person--who will take care of everyone..."

I didn't tell her that that's called being a mom. She'll be a great one someday. And it appears that it doesn't take much in the way of family traditions to make her happy, either.

Nip-n-Tuck

Our little guy went under the knife today. Had his circumcision revised by a wonderful Pediatric Urologist. (The OB who performed the original one in Indiana didn't do a very good job. Don't get me started on that.)

We got there bright and early. Nathan was a bit agitated as he still nurses in the morning and of course wasn't allowed to this morning before surgery. The kind nurse offered him a wagon ride--which he declined and offered to Bear, his stuffed teddy, instead. The same went for the nifty red gripper booties. And Bear and I both got to go with him into the operating room. I think I was just as nervous as Nathan, walking into the sterile surgery room...bright lights, big long table with the surgeon & anesthesiologist waiting in scrubs at the end. (In fact, it reminded me of the book Curious George Goes to the Hospital, that we read earlier this week.) But they let me hold him even as I laid him on the table, until he was asleep under the anesthesia.

Wade and I placed him in God's hands, and breathed a sigh of relief a half hour later when the Doc came to report all had gone well. With a humble smile, the Doctor admitted "I was pretty proud of the work I did in there. It turned out perfect." I'm sure Nathan will be thrilled with my detailed documentation of this adventure someday.

We were home by noon and even managed a trip to DQ, too. (The nurses gave us free coupons because we had to wait extra long this morning.) And Nathan's already back to his old self...making tractor noises, demanding his own way, and arguing over everything I ask him to do. :) Thanks to everyone who prayed for our little cub. I'm so relieved to have this over with.



Nathan took this picture of Mommy!