Sunday, August 23, 2009
And Monday Comes ....
Tomorrow Zoey,Mark and I will head out at 6:45 am for clinic and another blood draw.I hate going there.I hate putting her through having her port accessed.I am certain though,that she hates it more.I hate the agonizing wait for labs.I absolutely hate every,single, solitary thing about this disease.Everything.I have no idea what to expect tomorrow.Better to not speculate.Speculation will only yield more worry about something I have not one bit of control over.So tomorrow I will do what I do best.I will gather Zoey up in my arms.I will travel the 40 plus miles with her.Sing and talk to her along the way.I will carry her through those all too familiar double doors.Distract her the best I can, when actually she knows all too well what is to come.I will comfort her and soothe her and wipe her tears.I will whisper in her tiny precious ears,how much I lover her.And I will pray.I will pray us both through the morning.
Mark headed to a Dodger vs Cubs game today with the boys and Taylor.Much to our resident Cub lover and Chicago hailing,Matt,Cubs won.I must also add however,much to afore mentioned Cub lovers dismay,Cubs did lose the other 3 games of the series.Sorry Matthew.Fun was had by all.As well as a bunch of junk.Much to this mother's dismay.Mark felt he'd appease me and tell be the boys had pizza.Bold face lie ...more like a Dodger dog.Don't get me started on me and hot dogs.They had a wonderful time and it was a perfect outing before Taylor heads to Pepperdine on Tuesday.Taylor LOVES her Dodgers,that's for sure.
Miss Zoey is doing great,really great,despite the latest.She looks good and is darling as ever.Charming and engaging.Happy as can be.Growing physically and cognitively.Stubborn as all get up.This girl knows so much but she hides it,if that makes any sense.Sometimes we question,does she or doesn't she on some issue and then in one quick moment,we'll all say,"Oh she SO knows what she's doing.One of her greatest strengths is her anticipation.When reading books she'll know which page is coming next and what will happen.For instance,in "My Friend Isabelle"(which I highly recommend on your children's bookshelves),there is a part where Isabelle and Charlie fight over toys and cry.The moment I turn that page she looks at me and makes a sad face before I say word one.That is just one,of many examples.She has also decided to fight a bit over naps and bedtime.So when reading her bedtime books,Like "Time For Bed",she'll contently read until we reach the last two pages,say where the little girl is going to sleep and then she begins kicking the the book furiously and begins wiggling like crazy to get off your lap and tries to make a quick rolling get away.Like she's saying,oh no you don't,your not lying me down.She is feisty and strong willed and attitude filled and I love each and every bit of it.I often have to turn away to keep her from seeing me cracking up when really I should not be laughing at all.But how can I not.This is what we have waited for.Spunk and attitude.I say bring it on little girl.Every ounce of it.Prayers for the spunky one tomorrow would you,please?