I miss my SJMP. I miss hearing the highs and lows of my friends. I miss hearing laughter from new moms and I miss sharing in their tears… Here’s to you ladies.
My low today is- We’re in Texas.
We moved to McKinney, TX on April 3rd. We transferred the kids to their new school at the end of the school year. Even just 6 months ago, I can’t believe my anxiety levels didn’t cause me long term damage. Well, the jury is still out, I guess The transition has certainly had plenty of highs and lows but for the most part, it has been OK. We’ve already made some really great friends here and we have put on a light sweatshirt maybe once since April. It’s outstanding!
However, I miss my AH Patton peeps, my Ridge Ave family, my SJ community, my parents and my sisters…the raw pain is subsiding, but the lingering ache is still there everyday.
One of the reasons, we chose Dallas was because of the outstanding medical facilities here. We have already found a wonderfully compassionate cardiologist, a tolerable neurologist, we will be seeing the Gi team soon and a team of therapists for Gabi. The school has embraced her needs and is working with us to get all the services she needs.
And coming to Dallas includes an all inclusive resort and spa for 30 days and 30 nights! Pretty sweet, right? Oh wait, no I meant an all inclusive feeding clinic for 30 days and 30 nights. They’re easily confused.
October 20th is the day. Gabi will be admitted into Our Children’s House at Baylor’s inpatient feeding program for 30 days. It will be intense. It will be exhausting. There will be lots of tears (from me and from Gabi). I am afraid to pray for any specific results because I am trusting that God will be there for Gabi. She is going to have to work really hard. And I am trusting that God knows that this is our 4th feeding clinic and I feel like it’s our last hope. It’s not, of course, but we have exhausted all outpatient program’s efforts.
I am heartbroken that I have to leave my 4 other babies for 30 days. My heart is breaking. They are still adjusting here. We are all still finding our way. 6th grade homework is getting intense. T’s anxiety is creeping up, M is finding out which friends she can trust, and Max just needs me to help him go potty. I will miss them so much.
I can do this.
Gabi can do this.
My kids can do this.
Ethan can do this.
And maybe, just maybe… we won’t be using the G-tube when is done