Ouch!!

February 21, 2010

Ouch!!

***Please continue to pray for Ciara. She is currently on a C-Pap and if they don't see any improvement they will have to intubate her and put her on a ventilator.***

We had the pleasure of meeting my sister and her family for lunch today. They live in upstate NY, but they were driving through DC. It was a wonderful surprise. Waverly is always thrilled to see her cousins. Then we took the kids down to the Natural History Museum. Oliver loves running around in the stuffed mammal room. This visit he was much less interested in the animals. He loved the TVs embedded in the floors and light-up signs.

I am a total klutz, so as were we loading up the kids in the car I rolled my ankle on a dip in the street. It is incredibly swollen, but I think it is simply a sprain. Thankfully Matt is a *Super Dad* and took care of everything tonight. He is off tomorrow, so he can help get the kids off to school in the morning. I hope by tomorrow I will be able to put weight on my ankle again.

Comments

Erin Butler (Siobhan's Partner) said…

Being a fellow klutz, I just have to remember RICE: Rest, Ice, Compression, Elevation! Feel better!

February 22, 2010 at 4:08 PM

Welcome to Holland

By Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland.""Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away... because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss.But... if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.