Wednesday, December 31, 2014

And A Happy New Year

I planned on having a post similar to last year where I went through the year. It was really fun to put together, and I loved reflecting on 2013.

Honestly, the reason I did not this year is two-fold: 1) I did not blog about everything that happened this year. Let's face it, I was very sporadic this year. 2) I am so thankful for the good things from this year, but I am saying "Peace Out Hombre!" to 2014.

The year started with trying to get used to being a family of four. Things were a little rocky at first, but we were hopeful.

Then I was diagnosed with postpartum depression.

Then Phil hurt his knee so badly that he needed surgery to correct it.

{Keep in mind, this all happened before May 1st}

Several other things came up throughout the year. My parents moved. We had still have a financial crisis we would not have even realized without the help of a finanacial class at church. We had to buy a new car. David was hospitalized.

All in all, it was quite a year.

There were some really awesome things too! The Royals made it to the World Series. My brother got engaged. We had an amazing holiday season with my family. I went on another fulfilling mission trip as a youth sponsor.

I feel like I really grew up this year. For the most part, I have a positive attitude towards 2015. Phil and I agree that, as long as we can make it to May 1st without any major issues popping up, we'll be able to handle it with no problem :)

Happy New Year my sweet friends!

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Our First Hospital Stay {Part Three: Waiting and The Conclusion}

The story left off where we were admitted into the hospital.

I can't speak for Phil, but I slept horribly. I woke up with every beep of David's monitor. I would sleep for maybe 45 minutes at a time. I was just so nervous and worried, and so many other things. I was so thankful to be in a great hospital with sweet nurses who really took care of us.

Around 6 am, we were visited by a group of surgical residents. We were basically told they had David on the list of surgeries for later in the day, but that they were still going over the x-rays from the procedure they did the night before. It wasn't a guarantee that David would have surgery, but he was on the list just in case. {We were told later that, of the 10 children admitted to the hospital the same night, 7 of them were appendicitis!}

After getting some breakfast, Phil and I agreed that it was ok for him to go to work for a bit. If David needed surgery, we needed him to work and make some money to pay the bills! My FIL Jim stayed with me for part of the day, and my MIL Darla stayed with Jillian at home. I don't think Jillian had her normal preschool class that day or not, but she was in good hands regardless. {Side note: I know my parents would have given anything to be there with us. With it being so close to Christmas and the winter weather up in Wisconsin, they just had no way of getting here. Their support, even from 800 miles away, was felt, and I'm so thankful to have them as my parents!} David's fever was finally coming down a little, but he was not eating anything. He was hooked to an IV and that's about all he could muster. He slept most of the day. Even if I talked to him, he didn't really want to sit up. I don't know how other parents do the hospital thing day in and day out. I was afraid to use the bathroom just in case something happened!

At one point that afternoon, we had another doctor come in and say that they are pretty confident the procedure they did before worked, but they wanted to leave him on the surgery list just in case. Plus, they wanted him to be able to eat and keep things down before they discharged him. This all made sense to me, and I was only slightly relieved. Knowing he was on the surgery list "just in case" made me think he still needed surgery. That night, Phil's folks left to head home, so Phil stayed with Jillian at our house. It was another long night for me, but we made it through.

The next day, we had a few visitors! Phil took the day off of work to help with Jillian, but they came up for a little while. We had about 3 visitors from church come over and check in on us, which was so nice! Plus, one of them works at that hospital, and she was able to get someone in to explain the situation a little more with us. That doctor told us that they no longer had David on the surgery list, and at this point, he just needed to keep food and liquids down for a few hours before they felt comfortable discharging him. I started giving him plain Pedialyte, and ordered a breakfast tray with scrambled eggs for him. He ate pretty well, and seemed to perk up once he got some food! His fever was all but gone too. I was so glad to finally relax about the whole situation. He got checked over, and we were told we could go home that evening.

So to make a long story somewhat short: David had a really bad stomach virus. This virus caused his intestines to fold in on themselves, causing his intense abdominal pain and fever. They were not folded up enough to warrant surgery to repair it, and it was mild enough that it took us a few days to figure it out. The enemas they did allowed his intestines to go back in place. He then needed to eat, drink, and poop normally before he could leave the hospital. By that point, his fever had gone down too.

I had no idea this could even happen to anybody, let alone my baby! It is common in babies, and especially boys. It can happen to girls or even adults, but that is rare. I could never say thank you enough to all of the hospital workers, doctors, nurses, family, friends, church family, and prayer partners for all the help and support we were shown. It was a scary situation, and I know God sent his helpers to us. God is so good!

I hope we don't have to be at the hospital again for a long time!

Friday, December 19, 2014

Our First Hospital Stay {Part Two: Diagnosis and Getting Admitted}

The story left off where I was taking the kiddos to the after hours clinic* to confirm my suspicion that David had a double ear infection.

I drove to the location near our home, but there was a single parking spot left, so it was incredibly busy. I didn't think I had time for that, so I drove to the other location. It is across town, but it was closer to our church, which is where Phil was. By the time I got to that location, it had two parking spots left. Knowing I certainly didn't have time to go back, I just took the kids inside anyways. I made Jillian sit and stay in the stroller. There were so many people, and the words "flu" and "strep" were floating around the room as much as the rosy cheeks and coughs. I did NOT let Jillian get out of the stroller since she was my well child! We settled down to wait. After one hour, we still had about 10 people ahead of us in line. Luckily, David slept the whole time.

By the two hour mark of waiting, Phil was done with church and offered to sit with us in the waiting room.

At the three hour mark, David suddenly felt cooler to me. Phil even confirmed that he was much cooler than he had been all weekend. Did his fever really break while we were waiting? How ridiculous. I almost just suggested that we leave. We still had about 3 people ahead of us. Thankfully, my stubbornness worked in my favor. Between being there for hours and the fact that I had paid $20, I wanted him to be seen before we left. Phil said that was fine, so we stayed.

We ended up waiting a little over three hours before we were called back. They took his vitals, then took us to the exam room. The doctor came in, we told our story, and then she looked him over. She touched his tummy on the lower right side and he got really upset. She paused a moment, then touched his legs. He fussed a little, but not as much. She had Phil calm him down, then touched his tummy again, and again he cried out loudly. The Dr. told us that the clinic had made a small note about his tummy, so she wanted to do a quick x-ray of his abs to see if something was wrong. After the x-ray, Dr. B told us that he needed an ultrasound to confirm, but she was suspecting he had an intussusception, or some other type of inflammation in his tummy. She offered to call ahead to the ER to let them know we were on our way.

At this point, the play I was in charge of was meeting at the church in 15 minutes. None of us had had lunch, and I didn't even put deodorant on that morning because I thought it was an in and out situation at the clinic. Phil gave me a choice, he could take David to the hospital for the ultrasound, or I could and Phil would be in charge of the play for me. I knew I couldn't leave my baby without knowing what was wrong. After a quick cry in the parking lot, Phil gave me a hug, and he took Jillian with him while David and I drove to the hospital. I called my folks to tell them what was happening. I'm sure it was hard to understand me since I was just crying. I also called my brother and his fiancé since she is a recent med school graduate. She was able to give me a little insight into what they would be looking for, and gave me peace of mind by telling me the hospital we were going to was a really good one.

I ended up missing the parking area and had to circle around the hospital before we got to the ER. They actually got us checked in and seen very quickly. My friend Angie quickly came to be with me so I wouldn't have to be alone. They got an ultrasound in, and then another x-ray to confirm, but they did see an intussusception. This is basically when part of the intestines folds into another part, causing a blockage in the intestines. {They explained that it's like when you take your sock off, and part of the sock rolls up into itself.} There are different treatments for this, one of them being surgery. That option made me the most nervous. However, in order to not just open him up if it is unnecessary, they wanted to try another treatment. Sometimes doing a barium enema can correct this blockage. Being the less evasive option, (that's right), that's what the doctor wanted to do.

By this time, Phil's folks were on their way from Tulsa in case he did need surgery. Also, as a "fun" side note, there was a tornado warning in our county. Luckily, it was not near us, and it wasn't even a strong tornado. I would have had no idea since the ER was in the basement of the hospital. I was also told there was an earthquake as well. Good grief!

I knew I couldn't be in the room while they did the treatment, so I stayed with him until the started to get him ready. I was told they try 3 times to fix the intussusception via enema before they have to look at other options. Occasionally they try a 4th time, but those are special cases. During each attempt, they take x-rays to see if it was successful or not. After an excruciating time of hearing him crying, the radiological resident came out to tell us that they were having a hard time pushing the enema into the small intestines. Not sure what that exactly meant, he contacted his supervisor who said they could attempt a 4th time after giving him some rest. I was allowed to hold him, and he slept pretty well while they set up for a 4th try. They promised me that his stats were great and that he was doing really well for such a stressful procedure. Before I knew it, it was time to hand him over for the final try. Thankfully, Phil and Jillian showed up while we were waiting. I gave Jill a big hug, and she started acting a little pitiful. I thought she felt warm, but Phil was convinced she was just tired from running around at the Christmas program.

After the 4th attempt, we were told that they still couldn't get to the small intestines. They discussed it and decided to turn him over to the pediatric surgery team to determine how they wanted to proceed. They handed him to me, and he was fast asleep. The radiology team was really great though, and they even gave both kiddos a bear to keep. {Jill is still really attached to hers!} We went back to the ER bay, and Phil's folks showed up shortly thereafter. Then, a pediatric surgeon came by. We were told they would be reviewing his case. It didn't seem to be an emergency situation, but they would admit him anyways while they determined the next course of action. If he would need surgery, he would have it in the morning. My friend Angie excused herself, and Phil and his dad took Jillian home. Phil's mom, Darla, stayed with me, and we were taken to his room about 45 minutes later. We got him settled in his room, and hooked up to all the monitors and an IV. Eventually, Darla went back to the house to watch over Jillian, and Phil stayed overnight with me in the hospital. Now we were just waiting to hear what would be next for our little bug.

To be continued...

*We go to this particular after hours clinic because it is run by the doctors at our pediatrician's office, and a few other doctors around town. We have never seen our actual pediatrician there, but I'm sure he's only there a few times a week. It is a good clinic, but I think all the yuckiness going around is making it impossible to go anywhere in a timely manner :-/

Thursday, December 18, 2014

Our First Hospital Stay {Part One: Events Leading Up}

As I stated in my last post, we had to take David to the hospital over the weekend. This post is to just remind myself of the experience and to process everything.

Thursday, 12/11, David was a little fussier than normal. Not much made him happy, but it was really an off and on kind of thing. He had three soiled diapers that were a little softer than normal, but nothing too bad. By dinner time, he did not want to eat much, and just cried in his booster seat. I wiped him down, and decided that he just needed an early bedtime. It's been a little crazy in our house between Christmas stuff and all the birthdays, so I assumed he was just exhausted.

Friday was Jillian's 3rd birthday! Phil and I taped ourselves waking up Jilly by singing "Happy Birthday" to her. David immediately started fussing, so Phil picked him up. David felt so hot to the touch. I searched everywhere for a thermometer, but could not find a single one. I ran to a store and bought an ear thermometer. David had a temp of over 103. Knowing all the things we needed to do and had planned for the day, Phil offered to take the day off to help take care of David. Davey was acting pretty sad, and was still not eating or drink very much. He gets very clingy when he doesn't feel well, which he gets from me. We gave him Tylenol and offered soft foods and water. Throughout the day, his fever would go down to 101 or so. He really didn't have any other symptoms, so we assumed this was just one of those 24 to 48 hour bugs that he needed to fight off.

Around 5pm, Phil and Jillian went to pick up some BBQ for dinner per Jilly's birthday dinner request. While they were gone, David's breath seemed to get really shallow and fast. This concerned me, so I counted his breaths per minute (or rpm). It was 54 when I counted, so I called the triage nurse through his pediatrician. She had me count again on the phone, and it was 48 rpm. The nurse told me that 50 rpm tells them he needs to be seen in an ER immediately, so she suggested I take him to an after hours clinic. I rushed him over there, and he was thoroughly checked out. They did a flu, strep, and urine test (via catheter, poor guy), which all came back negative. A time or two, someone would ask about his tummy, but I didn't notice anything, so I always answered with "no." At the end of the visit, the doctor there told me that with his high temp, if he is still not feeling well by Saturday, I should bring him back to check for an ear infection. His ears were clear at the time, but I guess that can change quickly. I took him home, and we went ahead and did cake and present for Jilly at 9 pm. He ate a few pieces of meat dry before we sent him to bed.

Saturday, I had an 8 am hair appointment. David was still feeling icky, but Phil told me they'd be fine. Once I got back, Phil's parents were on their way to have lunch with us for Jillian's birthday. With David's fever, they decided to come by for presents, then go to lunch with just Phil, Jillian, and Phil's brother and sister-in-law. David was a little more animated when Grandma and Papa were around, but he was still a little pitiful. David and I had some alone time while everyone went to lunch. He slept most of the time, and his temperature even went down to 100.2 or so. I was hopeful that meant things were looking up. Every so often he would kind of cry out, but I was able to calm him again fairly quickly. I didn't think much of it considering how high his temp had been. Phil brought me something to eat, and I let David have about half of my roll. {This is the last thing he ate until Tuesday mid-morning} With his temperature lower than it had been, I went ahead and went grocery shopping. It was going to be a big trip anyways because some of the food is for Christmas when we have my family over! I was pretty wiped out myself by the time I was done.

At dinner time, David was really not interested in food or drink. We tried giving him Pedialyte, but he barely sipped at it. I was starting to get a little concerned, but his temp was still lower than it had been. We put David to bed at 7:45 pm, but he was crying loudly by 9 pm. Phil and I decided that, to try and get a little sleep before church, Phil would sleep on the couch, and David and I would sleep in our bed. We gave him some Tylenol, and we got settled. Throughout the night, David would sleep a little, but then curl up into the fetal position and just cry. I would move him, offer water, etc. Nothing seemed to make him better. His tummy and head got really hot at one point, so I took his temp and it was 104. I gave him more Tylenol, but over an hour later, it was still in the high 103 range. We tried a warm bath, but nothing was making this fever go down. Not knowing what else to do, Phil and I decided that he would go to church, and I would just keep the kids at home to rest. I had a children's Christmas program I was in charge of Sunday at 4 pm, so I wanted to keep the kids as comfortable as possible.

Sunday morning, I texted my mom to tell her we were staying home. Even without any other symptoms, including David not messing with his ears at all, my mom wisely suggested we go back to the clinic I took him to Friday night. I figured that was a good idea assuming that he had a double ear infection, and waited for the clinic to open at 10 am before loading the kids up to go.

To be continued...

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Never Saw It Coming

I was already behind on my posts, but then something popped up that I was not expecting.

{And no, this is not a pregnancy announcement. I know it's coming across that way!}

David woke up on Friday, Jillian's 3rd birthday, with a high temp of 103. In a scramble to still make Jillian's birthday special, Phil took a day off of work to help me take care of him. Minus a slightly decreased appetite and high temperature, David didn't seem to have anything else wrong with him. We assumed it was just a high fever that needed to run it's course. By Saturday afternoon, his temp dipped down to 100, so I went grocery shopping and assumed the worst was over.

Fast forward to Sunday afternoon, we end up at a clinic that sends him to the ER for an ultrasound. We ended up being admitted into said hospital, where he was observed until we were discharged yesterday afternoon.

I will go into more detail in another post. Right now the experience is still pretty fresh. It was a scary experience, but David was in great hands. This was not life threatening thankfully, but still a serious situation that had to be monitored.

Being home with my two babies who feel well is one of the greatest Christmas gifts I could ever receive. I am beyond thankful for all the support I received while we went through those frightening days.

More than anything, I just want to remind myself that, as justifiably hard this parenting thing is, I could never ever imagine living my life without my Jillian Rose and David Anthony. They have a large piece of my heart and soul, and I love them so much it physically hurts.

Friday, December 12, 2014

Jillian: {3 Years}

 Jillian –

You are 3 years old today! I can barely wrap my mind around the idea that my baby girl is a preschooler. According to our at home measurements, you are 27lbs, 2 oz and 36 inches long. {That is 3 lbs, 15 oz & 3 inches longer than at two years-old, 8 lbs, 9 oz & 7-3/4 inches longer than at one year-old, and 20 lbs, 12oz & 16 inches longer than at birth!}

You wear mostly 2T, and a few 3T clothes. You wear size 4 diapers or Pull-Ups, and size 4T underwear. You currently wear size 6 shoes.

Eating is a relatively easy with you. You are fed three meals and two snacks. If we let you, you’d just graze all day long, and seem to like smaller meals over large ones. We are fortunate that you are not a super picky eater, and I can count on one hand the foods you absolutely will not eat. There are days that you will barely eat, while you will eat anything in your path other days. You drink whole milk, water, and lemonade. You use sippy cups with straws, but can drink from cups without a lid.

You have all of your teeth! Your first trip to the dentist was last month, and you did amazing! No cavities, and you were very well behaved

Sleep is easy for you. You take a nap one day a week, but it lasts about 3 hours. You have been sleeping in your very own big girl bed since early January, and never looked back. It was a very easy transition for you. You sometimes wander around the room instead of laying in bed, but those episodes are few and far between.

This fall, you started a preschool class at church! You have really loved school, and you've made some sweet little friends. You talk about one in particular, Sulley, at lot, and you tell us you miss him during the weekend. You go two days a week. Tuesdays you stay until 2:15, and Thursdays you only stay until 11:15. You also still attend Listening for Littles, but you may be moving on to the preschool group for the spring semester.

Your speech has just soared. In fact, you have one more speech therapy session before you "graduate" from having regular sessions! You are very verbal, and all of your teachers have told me how much they appreciate you communicating. The best part is, now you are extra hilarious! The things you come up with is so funny :) It's harder for you to "use your words" when you're anything but happy, but that happens to grown ups too. For the most part, you are just sweet, loving, funny, and a joy to be around.

You are currently going through a stage where you are extra emotional. We're not sure if it's the events of this year catching up with you, or something else going on. You are a little more aggressive physically, and you have taken up screaming at the top of your lungs. We still love you, but these actions do make us very sad. We pray we can get through this particular season in life quickly so that we can enjoy each other's company again.

Running is your favorite way to exert your energy! You really just randomly run around. You also started dancing a little bit, which is the cutest. Hopping like a frog is also fun for you. You're still a little clumsy, but you come by it honestly. We still suspect you are allergic to grass and a little to cats, but your summer was so much better in terms of your cough! We did have to use your inhaler every so often, but nothing like last year. This is great because you really love being outside whenever you can. You also love to sing. I'm sure this is due to the amazing music teacher at your school this year. You'll come home and start singing the cutest songs, and you love showing off. In fact, you'll just sing at the top of your lungs anywhere, including the public restroom ;) At first, you were a little more shy about it, and did not always sing when we asked. Now, you start singing before we even finish our request.

A few things you are very into right now: Thomas & Friends, puzzles, lemonade, running, Yo Gabba Gabba Babies App on mama's phone, playing "inside beach" in your playroom, swinging, painting your nails, fruit snacks, reading, Clifford the Big Red Dog, drawing, painting, balloons, playing in the play area of the mall with the animals, and Christmas trees and/or lights.

You're still adjusting to life with a little brother. There are times where it seems you forget he's around, and other times you are giving him hugs. Now that he crawls around, you do get a little more upset with him and will yell if he's coming towards you and your toys. Your brother may not always be your favorite person while you two are little, but I promise you will always love him :)

Jillian, you are such an amazing girl. We love you for who you are, and we are exciting to see what the next year holds. You make us so proud, and we could not possibly imagine life without you. We love you baby girl! :)

Some outtakes:
 {Hey there Ms. Sassy Pants!}
 {She looks so big in this picture}
 {Posing for mama}
 {This is her "Cheese" face}

And comparisons:
 {Jillian at 1 year, 2 years, and 3 years old}
 {Jillian the last year. 2 years, 2.5 years, and 3 years old}
 {Jillian at 1 month and 3 years old}

Monday, December 1, 2014

David: {Twelve Months}

David –

You are 12 months old today. That means you a officially a one-year-old boy :) According to our measurements at home, you are 21 lbs, 4 oz and 28-3/4 inches long. The next appointment you have is awhile from now, so I may not post any official measurements here. That means you have gained 14 lbs 4 oz, and 9-1/4 inches since birth!

You are in 12 Month clothing, though you can fit into a few 6-12 Month clothes we have. You wear size 4 diapers, and size 2 shoes if we can get them on your feet.

Garfield is the nickname you have acquired when it comes to food. You will try just about anything, and you very rarely dislike something. We can tell you love it when you shove it in your mouth like there's no tomorrow! The only foods you have yet to try are fish and honey. You love popcorn flavored rice cakes, lasagna, milk, cheese, bread, meats, egg, tomatoes, spaghetti, and green beans. You started drinking half formula and half milk right after your 11 month birthday. By the middle of November, you were on whole milk all of the time. You also are done with bottles! You use the same type of sippy cup your sister has, and you seem to like it that way. You usually get a cup of milk during your meals, and right before bedtime. You don't mind it being nice and cold, and straight from the fridge.

You have 4 teeth, with 2 more making their way down! Just before Thanksgiving, you popped two of your top teeth. The 2 we are waiting on are also on top. You were a little on the cranky side while you teethed, but it was mostly because you needed extra snuggles :)

Walking is what you are most focused on Bug. You crawl really fast, and you love chasing after sister. You will take steps if we hold your hand, and you are cruising all over the place. You can pull to standing easily. The few moments you hurt yourself is usually when you're trying to get back down to sitting from standing position. You don't cry all that often, which tells us you really did bonk your head/mouth/face. It'll be interesting to see just how soon you'll start walking. You just started dancing a bit to music, and it is the cutest thing!

We really lucked out in the sleeping department with you! It may take a bit for you to settle down sometimes, but you usually go to sleep and sleep through the night, (even when you were teething!) Naps are a little harder. You will take a short nap in the morning if mama holds you close. The afternoon nap is trickier. You usually cry as soon as mama puts you in the crib. However, when you go to sleep, you will stay asleep for at least an hour. Now, if sister is wanting a nap in the room too, you will not sleep at all. You will stand up, talk to her, and cry until someone comes for you.

You have always been a serious baby. For the most part, you observe everything around you, and only interact when you are familiar. Now that you're a fast crawler, you do tend to run off to explore once you're ready. Being observant also means you are very smart. You can point to people and things if we ask. You like pointing as if to ask us what or who it is. You can say "mama," but you don't really have any other words yet. Considering where you are with your physical skills, I know that's coming. You don't seem to be as into books as your sister, which is just fine. This means mama gets to be creative about how to help with your language skills. You do like to play with a few items. You don't have many favorite toys yet, but you do like to pick things up to bang together. You can also put items into containers, which seems to be fun for you. You would much rather be with people than play with toys. You are much more of a cuddler than your sister, so you usually just want to be in someone's arms or lap. Similar to your sister at this age, if you go into another room and realize you're alone, you cry until someone comes to rescue you. You have the sweetest laugh, which usually only comes out when you're being tickled, (and boy are you ticklish!) You smile and make this gasping and/or squealing sound if you find something funny. I can't wait to hear you belly laugh at something :) You can blow kisses, which is just the sweetest thing! You enjoy listening to music! You sway a little, and will bounce to the beat from time to time. You definitely like classical music, and few others, but you don't have many favorites yet. You do enjoy watching Daniel Tiger or Elmo if sister ever let's us change the channel from Thomas or Yo Gabba Gabba. Mama has an Elmo Calls app on her phone that you just love!

Thanksgiving was the final holiday you got to celebrate as a first! We went up to Tulsa on Thanksgiving day to spend time with your Grandma, Papa, Uncle Mike, Aunt Jessica, and a few other extended family members. We had a fun day, and you ate well! Even though mama and sister got sick that night, you were just fine :) We even celebrated your birthday before we headed home a few days later. Next week, we'll take a cookie cake to church to celebrate your and your sister's birthday with your church friends and family. Tonight, we will Skype with grandparents so that they can see you on your big day!

David, words fail to express just how I'm truly feeling today. Watching you grow, and having the honor of calling you my son, is more than I could have ever asked for. God truly blessed us with you, and I hope you feel blessed to have us as your family. Your sweet nature, your smile, those blue eyes, and your love bring such a level of joy in this house. As your mama, I am so thankful that you are here. This year was a tough one, but we made it together. We may not be the perfect family, but you have filled a hole in our family that we didn't even know existed. Thank you for being you. I love you more than I can ever say. Here's to the next 12 months, times infinity :)

Now some outtakes:
 {Things started out ok...}
 {Then we had a little birthday attitude going on}
{It's my party, and I'll cry if I want to...}
 {Captions this mama}
 {Those eyes kill me. If only you could see him smile too :)}
 {Just trying to climb into the chair, no biggie mama}
 {Annnnnnd we're done. The chair obviously hurt his feelings ;)}

And some comparisons!
{Months 1-3}
{Months 4-6}
{Months 7-9}
{Months 10-12}

{Left: Jillian 12/2012 Right: David 12/2014}

But I Know What It Feels Like

This post is going to be awfully vulnerable and hard for me, but I really want to finally say it out loud. I got permission for my daughter ...