Last night, before putting Namine to bed, Namine gave Jessica kisses. By the time she had finished hugging and kissing, Jessica’s glasses were sufficiently smudged. After I tucked Namine in and came back out into the living room, Jessica showed her glasses to me. “Look at this. All I can see are her little fingerprints.” This seems to me to be a perfect analogy.
Title says it all, guys. Namine’s orthopedic doctor is sick, so Tuesday’s surgery has been canceled until further notice. We’ll probably reschedule it tomorrow or the day after.
As if we don’t have enough on our minds, right? One of the things we’re apprehensive about – with Namine’s foot surgery approaching on Tuesday – is the setback. The setback of not being able to walk, of having the extra weight (not to mention the pain, although silly me, I just did) of the casts to deal with.
Namine’s foot surgery is a week from tomorrow. The week prior to any surgery is fraught with second thoughts, dread, and frayed nerves. Are we doing the right thing? How do we know? These are just a couple of the questions that plague us – they plague us every time. We second-guess ourselves, but at the end of the day, we know we are acting in the best interests of our daughter, and not merely to try and make her more “normal.”
If you’ve ever been to the Outlet Mall in Oshkosh, you know it’s big. It’s an outdoor mall, basically a big circle. Jessica, my aunt CR, Namine, and I spent a good few hours walking around. We needed to find some new pants for Namine, in preparation for her new casts.
Between therapy and doctor & clinic appointments, Namine is one busy kiddo. She and Jessica are running around so much that by the time I get home from work, the two of them are fast asleep out on the couch. It’s fallen to me to make dinner for the past few days – not that I mind. Yesterday and today, however, were blessedly empty of appointments, so Jessica and Namine had a couple pajama days.
Okay kids, it’s geek time. I discovered a flaw – or perhaps just a limitation? – in the dropdown menu when I was tooling around in Bootstrap. I found a way around it that preserved the look and didn’t require me to rewrite the markup, so I thought I’d share.
Orthopedics appointments aren’t nearly the horror story they used to be, thanks to our switch to Dr. Black from he-who-must-not-be-named. (I’m not kidding. We don’t mention him by name because Namine has panic attacks when she hears it.) Today we met with Dr. Black in order to find out about her next surgery. There is good news, and there is bad news.
I have some bad news. A friend of Jessica’s just lost her baby. I’ll let you read it in Stacy’s own words. Please keep her and her family in your prayers.