New Baby

Baby Blues

A volcano.

That is how Dr. C described Josie’s tear duct.  Josie was born with a tear duct that never opened.  We tried compresses and massage for 11 months and we finally had one infection that went frighteningly outside of our ability to handle.  We decided we were done waiting for it to correct itself.

It was pitiful to see her beautiful big blue eye all swollen and runny, or her pretty long lashes stuck together.  Our beloved family doc, Dr. Howland, referred us to a wonderful eye doctor, who saw us within a week for an evaluation.  A week later, Josie was scheduled for surgery.

There was no sleep the night before surgery.  The consent form haunted me – “could result in brain damage, blindness, or death”  My baby.

Bundled against the cold October morning air, we carried our littlest girl into the hospital.  I’m not ashamed to say that I nearly passed out from worry on the way to the pediatric floor to meet the nurses.  Vitals taken, paperwork made out, we headed down to pre-op.  “I’m sorry, she can’t wear her Miraculous Medal into surgery.  But she can take her blanket, if you want.”  I wanted.

Brian suited up in scrubs to be with her for anaesthesia.  The nurse and anesthesiologist were so kind and comforting.  We knew that she was in good hands. They said that the procedure would be fairly quick and easy, and that they’d call for us to meet her in recovery.

We had barely arranged ourselves in our chairs on the peds floor when we heard a familiar laugh.  It couldn’t be Dr. C already…  It was.  She was done.  She did just fine.

“It was like a volcano.”

Thankfully the lacrimal duct was fully formed.  The membrane had just never opened.  So Dr. C created an opening with a 90% chance of staying that way.

“Oh, here’s the nurse to take you down to recovery.”

We heard her before we saw her.  She was really, really mad.  And a little freaked out about being in a strange place – and being held by a lady who was not her Mama.

We nursed and rocked. She eventually quietened down.  We took her back upstairs and were met by Dr. H.  It was a blessed surprise.  About an hour later, we were on our way out of the hospital with our little gal, all bundled up in lavender loveliness.  Then home to the waiting arms of her brothers and sisters.

Her exquisite azure orbs are both clear and bright now.  Her sweet button nose has changed some (we hadn’t realized how much inflammation she had). And she seems much more content, though she was already the happiest baby in the world.

{Thanks to all of our family and friends who prayed for her, for her doctors, and for her Mama and Papa.}

A Day at the Park

Summertime means trips to the neighbourhood school playground.  Swings, climbing structures, slides, and a really good hill for rolling down.


Shoes come off:

And the swings beckon::



They climbed and rocked::

And had a grand time.  What kinds of summer fun are you having?

Hot Fun in the Summertime

Oh, it’s so hot.  We’ve blood that is much too thick for these temperatures.  But we make the best of it.  When the fans just don’t do anything to help, we haul out the hose and send the kids out to the front yard.  I’m sure it provides endless amusement for the neighbours.  Good old-fashioned fun.

The heat wave has provided a lovely opportunity for distraction from the bustle. Right now, we’re commuting three hours a day back and forth to the farm for chores and to keep an eye on the restorations.

And Brian is still working.

And there is a household to manage.  And children to tend.

And I’m working, too.  Rebuilding my event planning business, and getting ready to publish a new magazine for homeschoolers (more info to come).  I like busy.  I *really * like busy.  But even I get tired and need a diversion.

Watching my kids smile, laugh, and just be kids is a perfect one.  It reconnects me with what is truly important, and precious, in my life.

This winter baby thinks that summer is very exciting.


We’re really missing Jack, who is away at camp this week – his last Yawgoog week as a boy scout.  Making wonderful memories to last a lifetime.  And probably staying close to the lake – swimming, boating, fishing – to stay cool.  We’ll be so happy to see him on Sunday afternoon.

What will you be doing to keep cool with your loves this weekend?

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