Yeah, I know. I need to complete my pumpkin patch post. And I will.
But this is easy to post because it's just words. No pictures.
I went to a Pampered Chef party yesterday at my friend Amy Ellen's. I had been looking forward to it for a while and was super excited about ordering one of their can openers. Toward the end of the party, I was in the kitchen talking to several of the ladies. Somehow Grady was brought up. I honestly don't remember how his name was mentioned, but it happened naturally.
I knew one of the ladies from the preschool when she would pick up her granddaughters. She started asking questions about him and soon everyone was listening to the story of Grady. I loved it. And yet, I didn't. I always love talking about Grady. Honoring him by talking about him. Remembering him with others who didn't even know him, or me for that matter.
As the questions continued, Amy Ellen quietly got up and opened her cabinet. She pulled out Grady's birth announcement.
Wow!
I couldn't believe she still had it from two years ago. I can't tell you how that touched my heart. (Thank you AE!) She handed it to the grandmother who then passed it around to the other ladies. I'm not real sure how they felt about looking at a dead baby, but tears welled up in their eyes as they gazed upon him.
I can tell you that I was feeling quite proud of my Grady in that moment. The beautiful boy that God created so perfectly inside of me two years ago.
That really wasn't how I pictured the party in my mind in the days leading up to it. It definitely took an unexpected turn, one that I'm not sure was okay or not. But it was what it was. They encouraged the conversation to continue. But I guess I needed to talk about him, too.
It is amazing how strong these feelings of grief still are...
And it's amazing that I'm feeling like this year might be harder than last when it comes to his heaven day and birthday.
Sigh.
Love,
Tonya
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
Sneak Peek
I have a post written about our family day at the pumpkin patch and Halloween, but I haven't been able to upload the pictures yet.
This morning I had an email from April who came to my house and took Matthew's newborn pictures. She sent me a sneak peek, and I wanted to share them with you.
I can't wait to see the rest!
I'm so proud of his growth, but it makes me sad, too. The time is absolutely flying!
This morning I had an email from April who came to my house and took Matthew's newborn pictures. She sent me a sneak peek, and I wanted to share them with you.
I can't wait to see the rest!
I'm so proud of his growth, but it makes me sad, too. The time is absolutely flying!
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Tidbits from T
**How'd ya like those super cute pictures of sweet Matthew smiling yesterday? He was "talking" to me while in his bouncy seat yesterday morning and wouldn't stop smiling. I grabbed the camera and was finally able to capture more of his cuteness. He turns his head every time he smiles like it's just too much for him to handle.
**I'm loving the fact that I've found a way to pump milk and use my husband's laptop at the same time. I'm all about multi-tasking these days! Speaking of milk, I somehow managed to pump 30 1/2 ounces of milk for Matthew yesterday! I think that might just be a record. I didn't do anything differently...I'm hoping my body keeps up the good work!
**Jessica had a fantastic time on her weekend youth retreat with our church. They went to a beautiful place in the North Georgia mountains called Sharptop Cove. She had a busy weekend that included a mile-long zip line and a huge slide that dumped her into a lake. They had great services, and she made some new friends. Lots of kids accepted Christ into their hearts. What more can you ask for?!
I did have to take her back to the doctor yesterday, and she is being treated for asthma symptoms. A couple of weeks ago, I took her to an urgent care center for a terrible cough. She completed her antibiotic and steroids and seemed to be better. But after her weekend away, she came back and her cough worsened to as bad as it was to begin with. She is now on an inhaler and another steroid for five days. Dr. E doesn't think she has asthma, but she has acquired these symptoms that need to be treated and hopefully will go away. I've been praying like crazy that Emma Grace and Matthew don't get sick.
**Gib completed his half marathon in 2 hrs and 12 minutes. This was a great time for him because he didn't really do any specific training, and he said it was very "hilly". He and his buddy celebrated afterward by hitting The Varsity. Too funny!
**I've been able to get dinner on the table earlier this week which has helped tremendously with getting me out of the kitchen at a decent time. I've also made the decision (albeit not a very "green" one) to put the bottles (BPA free) and pumping stuff in the dishwasher and run it every night. It saves me SO much time, especially since I'm using Dr. Brown's bottles and each one has five pieces.
**I'm having coffee this afternoon with a friend whom I haven't spent much time with in a long time. I'm looking forward to catching up.
Speaking of friends, my friend, Tessa, had her twin boys on October 15th. (I asked y'all to pray for her and my friend, Jenny, a while back - thank you!) She made it to 36 weeks and each baby weighed a little over 5 pounds. They came home with her and avoided NICU, praise God!
Jenny is doing well also. She is now 36, almost 37 weeks, with her little girl. She is scheduled for a c-section on November 6th. All these weeks of bed rest have definitely paid off!
**Hopefully this weekend we are going to get our pumpkins. I hate that it's so late, but we just haven't had time until now. The weather is supposed to be beautiful. I'm just hoping it won't be too chilly for Matthew. We might go to Washington Farms this year where we can pick our own. I will have to call before we go to make sure they still have some.
**I've got to get my hiney in gear and get my thank you notes finished. I originally set a goal of writing five a day and did good for about three days. Then I slacked off and haven't pulled the stuff out again. I know people who gave us gifts and brought us meals must think I'm rude, but I will properly thank them. It just might take me a while.
Sigh.
**I've been anxiously waiting for Matthew's newborn pictures from my friend, April. She came to do them in September and told me it would be a while before she could get them edited and to me. She has a family, a full-time job and is in school full-time. I saw a few peeks on her camera, and I just know they are going to be great. She is so very talented, and I'm so thankful she will still photograph my family. My girls take the best pictures for her!
I wanted to send out birth announcements, but since the time is passing so quickly, I might just send something out with our Christmas cards to save on postage. I didn't send a single Christmas card last year, which was a first in 10 years. I am planning to send them this year, though. Sad thing is that the postage will cost more than the actual cards.
**My heart is so sad, and I feel the attack of Satan all around me. It seems that every time I turn around, someone is getting divorced. And if not divorced, infidelity has occurred and marriages are in turmoil as a result. I remember in our newly married Sunday School class, our teacher (who happened to be Gib's cousin) told us to always keep our eyes open and our guard up. That no matter how strong our faith is, Satan will do everything he can to break up the home. I'm seeing that truth all too often lately.
That's all I have time for this morning. Nothing too terribly exciting going on right now. Hope y'all have a great day!
Love,
Tonya
**I'm loving the fact that I've found a way to pump milk and use my husband's laptop at the same time. I'm all about multi-tasking these days! Speaking of milk, I somehow managed to pump 30 1/2 ounces of milk for Matthew yesterday! I think that might just be a record. I didn't do anything differently...I'm hoping my body keeps up the good work!
**Jessica had a fantastic time on her weekend youth retreat with our church. They went to a beautiful place in the North Georgia mountains called Sharptop Cove. She had a busy weekend that included a mile-long zip line and a huge slide that dumped her into a lake. They had great services, and she made some new friends. Lots of kids accepted Christ into their hearts. What more can you ask for?!
I did have to take her back to the doctor yesterday, and she is being treated for asthma symptoms. A couple of weeks ago, I took her to an urgent care center for a terrible cough. She completed her antibiotic and steroids and seemed to be better. But after her weekend away, she came back and her cough worsened to as bad as it was to begin with. She is now on an inhaler and another steroid for five days. Dr. E doesn't think she has asthma, but she has acquired these symptoms that need to be treated and hopefully will go away. I've been praying like crazy that Emma Grace and Matthew don't get sick.
**Gib completed his half marathon in 2 hrs and 12 minutes. This was a great time for him because he didn't really do any specific training, and he said it was very "hilly". He and his buddy celebrated afterward by hitting The Varsity. Too funny!
**I've been able to get dinner on the table earlier this week which has helped tremendously with getting me out of the kitchen at a decent time. I've also made the decision (albeit not a very "green" one) to put the bottles (BPA free) and pumping stuff in the dishwasher and run it every night. It saves me SO much time, especially since I'm using Dr. Brown's bottles and each one has five pieces.
**I'm having coffee this afternoon with a friend whom I haven't spent much time with in a long time. I'm looking forward to catching up.
Speaking of friends, my friend, Tessa, had her twin boys on October 15th. (I asked y'all to pray for her and my friend, Jenny, a while back - thank you!) She made it to 36 weeks and each baby weighed a little over 5 pounds. They came home with her and avoided NICU, praise God!
Jenny is doing well also. She is now 36, almost 37 weeks, with her little girl. She is scheduled for a c-section on November 6th. All these weeks of bed rest have definitely paid off!
**Hopefully this weekend we are going to get our pumpkins. I hate that it's so late, but we just haven't had time until now. The weather is supposed to be beautiful. I'm just hoping it won't be too chilly for Matthew. We might go to Washington Farms this year where we can pick our own. I will have to call before we go to make sure they still have some.
**I've got to get my hiney in gear and get my thank you notes finished. I originally set a goal of writing five a day and did good for about three days. Then I slacked off and haven't pulled the stuff out again. I know people who gave us gifts and brought us meals must think I'm rude, but I will properly thank them. It just might take me a while.
Sigh.
**I've been anxiously waiting for Matthew's newborn pictures from my friend, April. She came to do them in September and told me it would be a while before she could get them edited and to me. She has a family, a full-time job and is in school full-time. I saw a few peeks on her camera, and I just know they are going to be great. She is so very talented, and I'm so thankful she will still photograph my family. My girls take the best pictures for her!
I wanted to send out birth announcements, but since the time is passing so quickly, I might just send something out with our Christmas cards to save on postage. I didn't send a single Christmas card last year, which was a first in 10 years. I am planning to send them this year, though. Sad thing is that the postage will cost more than the actual cards.
**My heart is so sad, and I feel the attack of Satan all around me. It seems that every time I turn around, someone is getting divorced. And if not divorced, infidelity has occurred and marriages are in turmoil as a result. I remember in our newly married Sunday School class, our teacher (who happened to be Gib's cousin) told us to always keep our eyes open and our guard up. That no matter how strong our faith is, Satan will do everything he can to break up the home. I'm seeing that truth all too often lately.
That's all I have time for this morning. Nothing too terribly exciting going on right now. Hope y'all have a great day!
Love,
Tonya
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Monday, October 25, 2010
Cloudy With a Chance of Rain
That's not the forecast here. No, indeed the rain is already here. And storms are on the way.
I am "cloudy with a chance of rain".
Or maybe it's just my heart.
But truly I feel like it's my entire being. I feel like I have clouds hanging over, around and in me.
Some are light and airy, like the beautiful white cotton balls you sometimes see in a crystal blue sky on a mostly sunny day. Those clouds are there, reminding me of the beautiful blessings in my life. For the good things. Because I am fully aware that there are many people in this world, even in my own family and circle of friends, who aren't as fortunate as I. And I know it. I'm not referring to material possessions. I'm talking about everything, including a relationship with the Lord. I'm overcome with gratefulness.
There are clouds floating around inside of me that are gray, similar to when there is a just a chance of rain. These clouds, unfortunately, remind me of the things that could happen. They are filled with fear. And worry. I'm trying to remind myself of a quote I heard in church a couple of weeks ago...
"Worry is a down payment on something in the future that may or may not ever happen."
I try to keep that in perspective when fear and worry and anxiety creep in. But it's hard. And it's hard work to focus on what is good and what is now. Because the good so often gets clouded over with the bad or the "what if's" of life.
Sigh.
Lately, dark, stormy clouds have slowly been rolling in.
I am not consumed by them.
Not yet.
But I feel myself being unable to keep them out.
As the weather outside continues to change and become more beautiful in this autumn season, the weather inside of me is becoming more unstable.
Stormy.
Heavy.
Dark clouds filled with lots of rain, accompanied by crashing thunder and vivid lightning are rolling in.
The rain could fall at any moment. I feel it building and resting at the base of my throat. I feel as if the room inside my chest is decreasing, and at times the heaviness of it makes it hard to get a deep breath.
As Grady's second birthday approaches, I remember.
Everything.
The good, the very bad and the extreme ugliness of what followed. The ignorance of what I was feeling this time two years ago. Completely unaware of how our world was about to crash around us.
I told Gib last night that I feel like this year might harder and worse than last year. I'm not sure why. It makes me feel a little crazy. Okay. A lot crazy. Like something is terribly wrong with me.
I have a beautiful son and two beautiful daughters here on earth that I am extremely thankful for. I have a husband who loves me, and to this day, I can't figure out why he continues to put up with me.
But none of that takes away my love and deep longing for Baby Grady. I am convinced when I am 80 years old (if I live that long!), I will still feel this way. It never goes away. I might not need to talk about it as much as the years pass, but I will always remember and wonder and love him from this side of heaven.
(Thank you Aimee for sending this up to Grady at the Walk to Remember since we couldn't be there!)
So...the clouds have arrived and are going to hang around for a while. As the month of November quickly approaches, I'm going to try to focus on the sunshine and white, puffy clouds more than the gray and dark clouds.
Try is the key word.
It's much easier said than done.
I expect the rain to come though, sooner or later...
Love,
Tonya
I am "cloudy with a chance of rain".
Or maybe it's just my heart.
But truly I feel like it's my entire being. I feel like I have clouds hanging over, around and in me.
Some are light and airy, like the beautiful white cotton balls you sometimes see in a crystal blue sky on a mostly sunny day. Those clouds are there, reminding me of the beautiful blessings in my life. For the good things. Because I am fully aware that there are many people in this world, even in my own family and circle of friends, who aren't as fortunate as I. And I know it. I'm not referring to material possessions. I'm talking about everything, including a relationship with the Lord. I'm overcome with gratefulness.
There are clouds floating around inside of me that are gray, similar to when there is a just a chance of rain. These clouds, unfortunately, remind me of the things that could happen. They are filled with fear. And worry. I'm trying to remind myself of a quote I heard in church a couple of weeks ago...
"Worry is a down payment on something in the future that may or may not ever happen."
I try to keep that in perspective when fear and worry and anxiety creep in. But it's hard. And it's hard work to focus on what is good and what is now. Because the good so often gets clouded over with the bad or the "what if's" of life.
Sigh.
Lately, dark, stormy clouds have slowly been rolling in.
I am not consumed by them.
Not yet.
But I feel myself being unable to keep them out.
As the weather outside continues to change and become more beautiful in this autumn season, the weather inside of me is becoming more unstable.
Stormy.
Heavy.
Dark clouds filled with lots of rain, accompanied by crashing thunder and vivid lightning are rolling in.
The rain could fall at any moment. I feel it building and resting at the base of my throat. I feel as if the room inside my chest is decreasing, and at times the heaviness of it makes it hard to get a deep breath.
As Grady's second birthday approaches, I remember.
Everything.
The good, the very bad and the extreme ugliness of what followed. The ignorance of what I was feeling this time two years ago. Completely unaware of how our world was about to crash around us.
I told Gib last night that I feel like this year might harder and worse than last year. I'm not sure why. It makes me feel a little crazy. Okay. A lot crazy. Like something is terribly wrong with me.
I have a beautiful son and two beautiful daughters here on earth that I am extremely thankful for. I have a husband who loves me, and to this day, I can't figure out why he continues to put up with me.
But none of that takes away my love and deep longing for Baby Grady. I am convinced when I am 80 years old (if I live that long!), I will still feel this way. It never goes away. I might not need to talk about it as much as the years pass, but I will always remember and wonder and love him from this side of heaven.
(Thank you Aimee for sending this up to Grady at the Walk to Remember since we couldn't be there!)
So...the clouds have arrived and are going to hang around for a while. As the month of November quickly approaches, I'm going to try to focus on the sunshine and white, puffy clouds more than the gray and dark clouds.
Try is the key word.
It's much easier said than done.
I expect the rain to come though, sooner or later...
Love,
Tonya
Friday, October 22, 2010
Living Life
I've had lots of time to ponder things lately. In the quiet moments while holding Matthew, my mind wanders. It skips and jumps and moves all around.
Time is passing way too quickly. Jessica is 11. We only have seven years left with her until she goes to college. I hope she will choose somewhere close, but we will support her regardless.
I can't believe Emma Grace is already 7, and Matthew is 3 months. It is hard to believe it has already been almost 2 years since Grady went to heaven.
Time is flying, and I want to live life. I'm just not sure how to do it...
Let me explain.
Obviously, with a tiny baby there isn't much structure or routine right now. We're still trying to figure that out. And it will come. I certainly do NOT want to wish this time away. It is precious time, and I'm gonna miss it one day. In a way, I already do...
But, despite ironing out those kinks, we still need to live life.
Right now, I feel like we're just existing.
I don't take a single day for granted with my family. I know each minute we have could be our last. We aren't guaranteed tomorrow or even two hours from now. So we should live each moment to the fullest.
I tell my kids and husband that I love them all the time. I think they know it.
But as much fun as I want to have with my family, the chores and daily grind still exist. I'm struggling to find a good balance.
Before we had children, I dreamed of one weekend night where we would have family game night. Each one of us would pick a game to play, and we would have a great time together. We play games but not nearly enough. One of the problems is that we don't have many games to play. The other problem is that there is always other stuff to do, or we are all so tired. Well, maybe that's just me and Gib.
I want my kids to have good memories of growing up. I want them to know that we love them, and I want to engage with them more. I think games are a great way to do this, but even just taking a walk together is nice.
I'm afraid if we keep traveling down the road of life the way we have been, the girls (and soon Matthew) will only remember Mom and Dad as being tired all the time, sleeping/napping, and not doing anything fun.
We do fun things, but not nearly enough.
Here's the thing. There are several things that stick out about my childhood. My mom would occasionally take me to Baskin and Robins to get ice cream on Fridays after school. My dad would play games with me on the weekends. Our favorite was Trouble. We would sometimes brave Monopoly which was a two-day event. I always drank coffee in a sippee cup and "read" the paper with my dad on Sunday mornings. We went to the Flea Market on Sunday afternoons, and I looked forward to the bounce houses.
But, even with those fun things, I remember my parents spending lots of time sleeping/relaxing. Mom would nap every afternoon after I got home from school, one of which I took it upon myself to eat a whole bottle of Flintstone Vitamins. The repercussions were NOT pleasant. My dad always napped on the weekends. And the result was that I was bored a good bit of the time. Granted I was raised as an only child because my brother is 15 years older than me, but I wish I had more memories of us doing things together.
I want that for my children and myself.
I want to look back and know that we spent our time wisely with our children.
I want them to remember us as fun parents who were willing to get out and do things with them. Or who found fun things to do even at home.
I don't want them to remember us as lazy bums, which is what I feel we are sometimes. I'm not saying naps and resting are bad 'cuz Lord knows there are just days when you HAVE to have that or you won't make it through. I'm just saying there needs to be a good balance. And not just with napping and having fun but also with chores and having fun.
The weeks are busy, and there's lots that absolutely has to be done. But the bottom line is that I need to grow a big ole backbone and demand more help from the other people who live here. I'm not very good at that, though. But I'm bogged down with "stuff" and I want to be bogged down with the people who I love the most.
We don't have the money to be going all over the place in search of fun things to do. I just need to be more creative in finding free/cheap things to do. All too soon, it's going to be just me and Gib. And we need to work on spending more time together just the two of us so that we aren't strangers when we are empty nesters. But that's a whole different post for a different day...
We are having a beautiful weekend here in GA. The fall festival at Emma Grace's school is later today, and Gib is running a half marathon tomorrow. Jessica is away for the weekend somewhere in the GA mountains having a blast. Yes, I know where she is :) And I'm so thankful for this great weather because rain and storms are supposed to move in Monday.
Hope y'all have a GREAT weekend!
And, by the way...if you have any fun ideas/suggestions on things to do as a family or memories from your childhood that you want to share, I would love to hear them!
Love,
Tonya
Time is passing way too quickly. Jessica is 11. We only have seven years left with her until she goes to college. I hope she will choose somewhere close, but we will support her regardless.
I can't believe Emma Grace is already 7, and Matthew is 3 months. It is hard to believe it has already been almost 2 years since Grady went to heaven.
Time is flying, and I want to live life. I'm just not sure how to do it...
Let me explain.
Obviously, with a tiny baby there isn't much structure or routine right now. We're still trying to figure that out. And it will come. I certainly do NOT want to wish this time away. It is precious time, and I'm gonna miss it one day. In a way, I already do...
But, despite ironing out those kinks, we still need to live life.
Right now, I feel like we're just existing.
I don't take a single day for granted with my family. I know each minute we have could be our last. We aren't guaranteed tomorrow or even two hours from now. So we should live each moment to the fullest.
I tell my kids and husband that I love them all the time. I think they know it.
But as much fun as I want to have with my family, the chores and daily grind still exist. I'm struggling to find a good balance.
Before we had children, I dreamed of one weekend night where we would have family game night. Each one of us would pick a game to play, and we would have a great time together. We play games but not nearly enough. One of the problems is that we don't have many games to play. The other problem is that there is always other stuff to do, or we are all so tired. Well, maybe that's just me and Gib.
I want my kids to have good memories of growing up. I want them to know that we love them, and I want to engage with them more. I think games are a great way to do this, but even just taking a walk together is nice.
I'm afraid if we keep traveling down the road of life the way we have been, the girls (and soon Matthew) will only remember Mom and Dad as being tired all the time, sleeping/napping, and not doing anything fun.
We do fun things, but not nearly enough.
Here's the thing. There are several things that stick out about my childhood. My mom would occasionally take me to Baskin and Robins to get ice cream on Fridays after school. My dad would play games with me on the weekends. Our favorite was Trouble. We would sometimes brave Monopoly which was a two-day event. I always drank coffee in a sippee cup and "read" the paper with my dad on Sunday mornings. We went to the Flea Market on Sunday afternoons, and I looked forward to the bounce houses.
But, even with those fun things, I remember my parents spending lots of time sleeping/relaxing. Mom would nap every afternoon after I got home from school, one of which I took it upon myself to eat a whole bottle of Flintstone Vitamins. The repercussions were NOT pleasant. My dad always napped on the weekends. And the result was that I was bored a good bit of the time. Granted I was raised as an only child because my brother is 15 years older than me, but I wish I had more memories of us doing things together.
I want that for my children and myself.
I want to look back and know that we spent our time wisely with our children.
I want them to remember us as fun parents who were willing to get out and do things with them. Or who found fun things to do even at home.
I don't want them to remember us as lazy bums, which is what I feel we are sometimes. I'm not saying naps and resting are bad 'cuz Lord knows there are just days when you HAVE to have that or you won't make it through. I'm just saying there needs to be a good balance. And not just with napping and having fun but also with chores and having fun.
The weeks are busy, and there's lots that absolutely has to be done. But the bottom line is that I need to grow a big ole backbone and demand more help from the other people who live here. I'm not very good at that, though. But I'm bogged down with "stuff" and I want to be bogged down with the people who I love the most.
We don't have the money to be going all over the place in search of fun things to do. I just need to be more creative in finding free/cheap things to do. All too soon, it's going to be just me and Gib. And we need to work on spending more time together just the two of us so that we aren't strangers when we are empty nesters. But that's a whole different post for a different day...
We are having a beautiful weekend here in GA. The fall festival at Emma Grace's school is later today, and Gib is running a half marathon tomorrow. Jessica is away for the weekend somewhere in the GA mountains having a blast. Yes, I know where she is :) And I'm so thankful for this great weather because rain and storms are supposed to move in Monday.
Hope y'all have a GREAT weekend!
And, by the way...if you have any fun ideas/suggestions on things to do as a family or memories from your childhood that you want to share, I would love to hear them!
Love,
Tonya
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Yum, Yum!
Well, it seems that Matthew really loves his Mommy milk and it loves him, too!
I took him to the pediatrician this morning for a recheck. He weighed a whopping 12 pounds, 6 ounces! Just one month ago he weighed 9 pounds, 7 1/2 ounces. I couldn't believe he had gained three pounds in the last month! I was actually worried that he wasn't getting enough because he is going such long stretches at night. Needless to say, that is NOT the case!
The doctor was extremely pleased with his weight gain, his muscle tone, his color, his strength and everything in general. It was indeed a great visit, except for the fact that Dr. E wasn't too happy with me for postponing Matthew's MRI. My insurance company wanted to refuse payment, and in order for it to be approved, Dr. E had to call and speak to the physician on the medical review board at the insurance company.
Uggh.
Now we have to get the approval extended or a whole new approval for the procedure. I have rescheduled it for Wednesday, November 24th. Gib and the girls will be out of school which will be a blessing. None of us will want to get up so early to make it there for a 7 am check-in, but at least I don't have to go by myself or worry about childcare!
Just a quick hello and update on sweet baby boy. He's waking up and will be ready to chow down for sure! :)
Love,
Tonya
I took him to the pediatrician this morning for a recheck. He weighed a whopping 12 pounds, 6 ounces! Just one month ago he weighed 9 pounds, 7 1/2 ounces. I couldn't believe he had gained three pounds in the last month! I was actually worried that he wasn't getting enough because he is going such long stretches at night. Needless to say, that is NOT the case!
The doctor was extremely pleased with his weight gain, his muscle tone, his color, his strength and everything in general. It was indeed a great visit, except for the fact that Dr. E wasn't too happy with me for postponing Matthew's MRI. My insurance company wanted to refuse payment, and in order for it to be approved, Dr. E had to call and speak to the physician on the medical review board at the insurance company.
Uggh.
Now we have to get the approval extended or a whole new approval for the procedure. I have rescheduled it for Wednesday, November 24th. Gib and the girls will be out of school which will be a blessing. None of us will want to get up so early to make it there for a 7 am check-in, but at least I don't have to go by myself or worry about childcare!
Just a quick hello and update on sweet baby boy. He's waking up and will be ready to chow down for sure! :)
Love,
Tonya
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