Well, kids, we’re in the final week before Namine gets rid of her trach. We check in at the hospital at 10 next Tuesday, but beyond that, no one’s told us any procedure. Not like winging it is something new to us. But enough about that. There’s nothing new on that front; we know what we need to know, and in time we’ll discover the rest. So read on for food fun!
Last night, Namine ate nearly a whole Cinnabon. She started out by just eating all the icing off the top, mostly because she wasn’t sure how to unroll it, I think. But after I helped her unroll it a bit, she attacked it with eagerness and vigor.You’d think she hadn’t eaten anything else that night. (She had. She ate turkey patty, salmon patty, and sweet potato fries.) Needless to say, she was a mess when she was done. When she’d had her fill, she decided to give herself a frosting facial.
Tonight she had spaghetti. Oh boy, that’s always a treat. Of sauce, and just about everywhere. But that’s okay, that’s what being two is about. And it really is amazing how well she handles utensils. Even with forks that are more akin to pitchforks in proportional size to her, she does well in keeping the food on the fork until it reaches her mouth. And then, oh boy, that fork better watch out. I try not to interfere when she’s eating, because I like my fingers where they are.
Now that she’s been over her cold or trach infection or whatever she had (which I got afterward, of course – but I’m over it now too), she’s sleeping peacefully and sans problem. Before putting her to bed tonight, I did what I haven’t done in a long time; I held her as you’d hold a tiny baby – crossways, with her head nestled in the crook of one elbow, her bottom tucked in the other.
She’s tiny in comparison to other kids her age, of course, but she’s so much bigger than the little peanut she used to be. I miss holding her like that; I wish Jess and I had had more time with her when she was so little. But that time was not ours, as much as it was hers; hospital time, time spent improving her chances in life. I wish we’d had her more to ourselves, but I don’t regret it. No, not a bit! That time God gave her and her doctors to better her; it was that time that made this time possible. But take a page from our book, parents – don’t ever, ever take your time with your kids for granted. You never know how long you have. Make every second count.