When I woke up this morning, the sun was shining and things felt new. It was a chilly morning, but the sun was out and it felt like spring. We all go through times when we want the world to stop and just give us time to soak everything in and heal. Unfortunately, life doesn't work that way - so we've jumped back into life again after a weekend of quiet and healing. I can't praise my husband enough. After surgery on Saturday, we were able to come home, take a nap, and then go get the kids (my parents kept the children for us Friday night and Saturday). Sad, but true, I enjoyed getting knocked out on Saturday for the surgery. There's nothing like uninterrupted sleep - and it does take the pain away for a while (although not a good way to deal with it, it did feel good to be care-free for a while!). Once we got the kids picked up, Bob took care of them the rest of the time. I was able to enjoy watching them play, but the meals, laundry, baths, etc - Bob took care of it all. I always wonder how I ended up with such a great guy....and this weekend was just another reminder of how lucky I am. I am now just trying to focus on the blessings of the two children I have. There are so many women out there who struggle with infertility and I'm blessed to have been able to experience the miracle of having a child twice. And, I'm so thankful for that.
On Friday I had an IEP meeting with two of Payton's therapists (I wanted to reschedule - but knew if I had an appointment I better keep it, cause you never know how long it might be before we can get another meeting set up again). She had recently had an OT evaluation and they were needing to add in another 30 minutes to try and get her caught up some. She scored in at 28 months - over a two year delay - which did not suprise me at all. Watching Payton try and do simple things with her hands reminds me of watching the special on Good Morning America of a young man with WS trying to put paper in an envelope. He struggled with it and his hands couldn't do what he wanted them to do. That's exactly the way Payton's hands work. They're also concerned about her sensitivity with noise and her visual-spatial problems. Right now, they're trying to do some catch up work to get her prepared for the 3&4 year old preschool class next year. I spoke with the therapists to make sure they both agreed that the younger class is what is best for her and they both agreed. They said her size wouldn't affect her fitting in with the class - sinc she's so small for her age she wouldn't be towering over them....they'll think she's 3 years old. So, it sounds like a good fit for her and it will be nice for her not to be overwhelmed with everything. Thinking about her going to kindergarten scares me to death. Her therapists right now are concerned that going a full day at school will overwhelm, overstimulate, and exhuast her. I picture Payton adjusting better than what they think.....but I also picture Payton swinging ALOT to make up for being overstimulated!
To end this post I just want to thank you all for your kind words this past weekend. If it weren't for you all and my family I don't know what we would've done. My mother-in-law, grandma, aunt, parents, and sisters were calling almost every day to make sure we were doing okay and that really meant so much. I know everyone is busy - so when someone takes time out of their day to call it means a lot. We just really appreciate all the thoughts and prayers.