My iPhone 4S arrived today! It wasn't originally scheduled to ship until today and therefore wouldn't arrive here until next week. So I'm even happier.
I've gotten all the necessary programs on it. Now I'm just playing around it and seeing what else I want. Since I've been at work all day I haven't gotten to play around with Siri much but I'm looking forward to that as well.
Mean while, I am super glad it's Friday.
It's been a pretty good week. A rough start but had a phenomenal day Thursday and a spectacular Friday. So that makes it all okay. Don't know what I'll be doing this weekend. As of right now I have no plans.
I think I will be doing some Christmas decorating though. I know. It's very early. But I'm very excited. And since my family isn't have Thanksgiving on Thanksgiving Day but instead on Black Friday, I've decided I want the house fully decked out for Christmas by then. And of course I will be working all that week. So the decorating is going to be this weekend and next, when all four of us are home and together.
And of course there is always the MOUND of laundry to do. Plus I'm so incredibly behind on my DVR. Like 2 or 3 weeks on some of my shows! It's a tragedy. It really is.
So, Happy Veterans Day! Hope everyone has an awesome weekend! I'm going to resume playing with my phone. lol.
Friday, November 11, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Cooking for the Masses
I love to cook.
I don't really know when I developed this affinity for the kitchen. But the appreciation has really blossomed since having kids. And my favorite cooking appliance, without a doubt, is the crock pot.
I must get it from my great grandmother, Ma Mary. I need to devote an entire blog to that special woman. Maybe tomorrow. But for now, suffice it to say, she loved to feed the masses.
Something about feeding other people just tickles me. I love it. It's why I prefer to do Thanksgiving at my house. And it's why I brought a crock pot full of lasagna to work today.
It's a new recipe that I sort of developed from a Betty Crocker recipe. It's delicious or I think so.
Today, my mother and my toddler, two of my coworkers and myself, and then two paramedics who were just lucky enough to be stationed here today ate some of my lasagna. They all swear to have loved it. I didn't watch to see if anyone was raking food off into the trash can. But a couple requested the recipe. So maybe that's a good sign?
My mom even texted me to say it was good!
It makes me proud and makes me feel good that someone else enjoyed something I created. Especially since the recipe is kind of my own. So, anyways, I was just sitting here thinking how proud Ma Mary would be of me. And how I wish that I had cared more about domestic things when she was alive because she could have taught me so much!
*sigh*
Enjoy the full moon!
By the way, if you are interested in the recipe I will be happy to share!
I don't really know when I developed this affinity for the kitchen. But the appreciation has really blossomed since having kids. And my favorite cooking appliance, without a doubt, is the crock pot.
I must get it from my great grandmother, Ma Mary. I need to devote an entire blog to that special woman. Maybe tomorrow. But for now, suffice it to say, she loved to feed the masses.
Something about feeding other people just tickles me. I love it. It's why I prefer to do Thanksgiving at my house. And it's why I brought a crock pot full of lasagna to work today.
It's a new recipe that I sort of developed from a Betty Crocker recipe. It's delicious or I think so.
Today, my mother and my toddler, two of my coworkers and myself, and then two paramedics who were just lucky enough to be stationed here today ate some of my lasagna. They all swear to have loved it. I didn't watch to see if anyone was raking food off into the trash can. But a couple requested the recipe. So maybe that's a good sign?
My mom even texted me to say it was good!
It makes me proud and makes me feel good that someone else enjoyed something I created. Especially since the recipe is kind of my own. So, anyways, I was just sitting here thinking how proud Ma Mary would be of me. And how I wish that I had cared more about domestic things when she was alive because she could have taught me so much!
*sigh*
Enjoy the full moon!
By the way, if you are interested in the recipe I will be happy to share!
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
My Public Service Message
If you or your family ever need help, the first thing you would do would be to call 911, right? Fire, heart attack, break-in, you will pick up the phone and call for help. And that's the right thing to do. We teach our kids at a young age how to call 911.
But do you know what to tell 911 when you call?
What is the single most important piece of information to give that voice on the other end of the line?
Really think about it. But be honest. Because in a true emergency you wouldn't have minutes to sit and think. You're going to be going on instinct and adrenaline.
So what is it? You hear the dispatcher answer the phone. What do you say?
For many, the first thing you will tell the dispatcher is what is going on.
"I've been shot."
"My baby's not breathing."
"My dad is having a heart attack."
"Someone is breaking in."
"The chimney is on fire."
You're panicked and you need help. So you tell them what you need first. But if the phone dies. If your cell phone drops the call. If someone rams a telephone pole down the road and knocks out service for miles. What kind of help would you get?
If you were calling from a cell phone, maybe none. If you were calling from a land line and something was entered incorrectly, you might still not get help. Because with that brief sentence you told the dispatcher what was going on. But you failed to give them the most important piece of information.
Scary to think about. Especially in the examples I gave. In each of those, minutes really count. REALLY count.
So, what should be the first thing you tell 911?
Your location.
Few people know it. A lot of the times when people call, they give a five minute spill on what's going on. Who is fighting with who. Their dad's medical history. How bad it hurts when they breathe. If they're calling from a land line, the phone does pull up the address for us. But so many people have cell phones nowadays, and no matter how hard we try, the system cannot do more than the cell phone will let it. Between bad cell phones and in and out cell service, cell phones don't always map right on top of where you are. Though usually it gets us close enough that we could find you. And disposable cell phones don't even let us call them back.
Don't lose faith in us, your cell phone, or the system. There are dozens of people who have been charged for making false 911 calls who will attest to the fact that GPS on cells work. However, don't leave your life and the lives of your family in the hands of some hunk of plastic.
Know your address. Teach your children their address. When you travel, keep up with where you are.
And remember, when you need help, the most important thing to tell 911 is where you are. If we have that, we can send EMS, Fire and Law Enforcement so you'll be covered no matter what you need.
And if you need a phone number, please don't call 911. That would be 411. You don't know how many people can't keep that one straight.
But do you know what to tell 911 when you call?
What is the single most important piece of information to give that voice on the other end of the line?
Really think about it. But be honest. Because in a true emergency you wouldn't have minutes to sit and think. You're going to be going on instinct and adrenaline.
So what is it? You hear the dispatcher answer the phone. What do you say?
For many, the first thing you will tell the dispatcher is what is going on.
"I've been shot."
"My baby's not breathing."
"My dad is having a heart attack."
"Someone is breaking in."
"The chimney is on fire."
You're panicked and you need help. So you tell them what you need first. But if the phone dies. If your cell phone drops the call. If someone rams a telephone pole down the road and knocks out service for miles. What kind of help would you get?
If you were calling from a cell phone, maybe none. If you were calling from a land line and something was entered incorrectly, you might still not get help. Because with that brief sentence you told the dispatcher what was going on. But you failed to give them the most important piece of information.
Scary to think about. Especially in the examples I gave. In each of those, minutes really count. REALLY count.
So, what should be the first thing you tell 911?
Your location.
Few people know it. A lot of the times when people call, they give a five minute spill on what's going on. Who is fighting with who. Their dad's medical history. How bad it hurts when they breathe. If they're calling from a land line, the phone does pull up the address for us. But so many people have cell phones nowadays, and no matter how hard we try, the system cannot do more than the cell phone will let it. Between bad cell phones and in and out cell service, cell phones don't always map right on top of where you are. Though usually it gets us close enough that we could find you. And disposable cell phones don't even let us call them back.
Don't lose faith in us, your cell phone, or the system. There are dozens of people who have been charged for making false 911 calls who will attest to the fact that GPS on cells work. However, don't leave your life and the lives of your family in the hands of some hunk of plastic.
Know your address. Teach your children their address. When you travel, keep up with where you are.
And remember, when you need help, the most important thing to tell 911 is where you are. If we have that, we can send EMS, Fire and Law Enforcement so you'll be covered no matter what you need.
And if you need a phone number, please don't call 911. That would be 411. You don't know how many people can't keep that one straight.
Tuesday, November 8, 2011
Selfish Behavior
I absolutely hate selfishness. I think it may be the personality trait that I despise the most. Though laziness is right there with it. But selfishness above all else seems to be one of the most destructive traits because with it come so many other negative ones. Selfishness leads to so many harmful decisions or can be the motivating factor behind so many bad choices.
I am not immune to the occasional selfish decision. But I try very hard to put others needs before me own, perhaps to the point of it being a flaw at times. But of course I'm as human as the next person.
Some people seem to revel in selfishness. It seems to permeate from their pores like a bad perfume. All their decisions, despite any argument, seem to be made with only their own desires in mind.
Like this craziness with the Duggars. What. The. Hell.
I totally respect anyone else's religious belief that birth control is against the Bible and whatever else. I think that some chapters of the Bible pertained more to ways of life back in the day, ya know, in the B.C. days and aren't really expected to be obeyed to the letter now. But you're entitled to glean whatever wisdom you wish and live however you choose. I just don't remember reading anything in the Bible telling us that not going at it like rabbits to make a baby every couple of years is a sin. Did I miss that chapter? Was that the 11th Commandment that the Baptists cut out? Thou shalt copulate with your spouse daily. Yeah, I missed that one completely. My poor husband.
Beyond the serious destruction that her body has to have suffered, and her psyche from dealing with 19 pregnancies, how can she possibly even remember their names? What is Michelle thinking? That must be the longest list ever when she gets mad. As often as I call Elly by her sister's name and vice versa. Those poor kids must be perpetually confused. Granted, from the couple of episodes I've seen of 19 Kids and Counting, Michelle Duggar isn't really doing a lot of the child rearing. Not of the last 10 or 15 kids anyways. They're all being raised by the older ones. Which, by the way, sucks for those kids. Because they're spending their childhoods taking care of their younger siblings. Where's the freedom? Where's the fun? Oh wait, that's right. In the Duggar's world, kids aren't supposed to be kids. Just tally marks on the ole bed post.
This whole thing is not just insane to me, but selfish.
First off, from a global point-of-view. There are 7 billion people on the planet now. SEVEN BILLION. Can you just stop and think about that? Back when God told them to go forth and multiply, I'm not sure he meant it to this extent. The human race cannot sustain itself. People like the Duggars make me think that China's one child policy isn't the worst idea a government ever had. One child seems a little severe as far as the world goes. But a two child policy doesn't seem unreasonable. The Duggars should be arrested and sterilized for producing 20 children.
Second, Michelle Duggar was told before her last pregnancy that she needed to stop. That her body couldn't handle more. She's 45 after all. It's a wonder she can still get pregnant at all. Let alone that her uterus can sustain a pregnancy. I've done two babies in two years. It is HARD. Physically it takes a lot from your body. I'm just now starting to feel like my pre-pregnancy self. And my body will never be the same as it was before I got pregnant with Evie. If she dies during this pregnancy she will be leaving 20 children without a mother. Sure those kids wouldn't be seeing a whole lot of her anyways, but why deprive the four or five younger ones that actually need some semblance of their mother in their lives?
Another risk is to the baby itself. The chances of birth defects increase dramatically after age 35. Again after age 40. Not to mention the risk of miscarriage. I cannot imagine the pain of losing a pregnancy. Why chose to do that to yourself?
And shame on TLC for making it not just okay, but entertainment! Ugh. And that crazy Joe Bob is happy! Ecstatic. He loved telling the kids they were going to have another brother or sister.
Insanity at it's finest. Poor kids. Only time will tell how messed up the little ones turn out to be because of this non-sense. Granted, Michelle Duggar has taken baby bunching to a level that I don't think anyone should ever attain. I personally am going to just let her have her world records.
If you want to read a funny blog about this here it is: The Superficial
Hope you guys have had a good Tuesday!
I am not immune to the occasional selfish decision. But I try very hard to put others needs before me own, perhaps to the point of it being a flaw at times. But of course I'm as human as the next person.
Some people seem to revel in selfishness. It seems to permeate from their pores like a bad perfume. All their decisions, despite any argument, seem to be made with only their own desires in mind.
Like this craziness with the Duggars. What. The. Hell.
I totally respect anyone else's religious belief that birth control is against the Bible and whatever else. I think that some chapters of the Bible pertained more to ways of life back in the day, ya know, in the B.C. days and aren't really expected to be obeyed to the letter now. But you're entitled to glean whatever wisdom you wish and live however you choose. I just don't remember reading anything in the Bible telling us that not going at it like rabbits to make a baby every couple of years is a sin. Did I miss that chapter? Was that the 11th Commandment that the Baptists cut out? Thou shalt copulate with your spouse daily. Yeah, I missed that one completely. My poor husband.
Beyond the serious destruction that her body has to have suffered, and her psyche from dealing with 19 pregnancies, how can she possibly even remember their names? What is Michelle thinking? That must be the longest list ever when she gets mad. As often as I call Elly by her sister's name and vice versa. Those poor kids must be perpetually confused. Granted, from the couple of episodes I've seen of 19 Kids and Counting, Michelle Duggar isn't really doing a lot of the child rearing. Not of the last 10 or 15 kids anyways. They're all being raised by the older ones. Which, by the way, sucks for those kids. Because they're spending their childhoods taking care of their younger siblings. Where's the freedom? Where's the fun? Oh wait, that's right. In the Duggar's world, kids aren't supposed to be kids. Just tally marks on the ole bed post.
This whole thing is not just insane to me, but selfish.
First off, from a global point-of-view. There are 7 billion people on the planet now. SEVEN BILLION. Can you just stop and think about that? Back when God told them to go forth and multiply, I'm not sure he meant it to this extent. The human race cannot sustain itself. People like the Duggars make me think that China's one child policy isn't the worst idea a government ever had. One child seems a little severe as far as the world goes. But a two child policy doesn't seem unreasonable. The Duggars should be arrested and sterilized for producing 20 children.
Second, Michelle Duggar was told before her last pregnancy that she needed to stop. That her body couldn't handle more. She's 45 after all. It's a wonder she can still get pregnant at all. Let alone that her uterus can sustain a pregnancy. I've done two babies in two years. It is HARD. Physically it takes a lot from your body. I'm just now starting to feel like my pre-pregnancy self. And my body will never be the same as it was before I got pregnant with Evie. If she dies during this pregnancy she will be leaving 20 children without a mother. Sure those kids wouldn't be seeing a whole lot of her anyways, but why deprive the four or five younger ones that actually need some semblance of their mother in their lives?
Another risk is to the baby itself. The chances of birth defects increase dramatically after age 35. Again after age 40. Not to mention the risk of miscarriage. I cannot imagine the pain of losing a pregnancy. Why chose to do that to yourself?
And shame on TLC for making it not just okay, but entertainment! Ugh. And that crazy Joe Bob is happy! Ecstatic. He loved telling the kids they were going to have another brother or sister.
Insanity at it's finest. Poor kids. Only time will tell how messed up the little ones turn out to be because of this non-sense. Granted, Michelle Duggar has taken baby bunching to a level that I don't think anyone should ever attain. I personally am going to just let her have her world records.
If you want to read a funny blog about this here it is: The Superficial
Hope you guys have had a good Tuesday!
Monday, November 7, 2011
Five Reasons Why I Hate the Time Change
Without a doubt I absolutely hate the time changes. Both of them. Neither serves me any benefit whatsoever and they cause a lot of unnecessary drama and stress in my life.
You may think that hate is a rather strong word for something as inanimate as a time change. But nonetheless, hate it I do. Here's the top 5 reasons why:
1. The time change completely screws up my world for at least a week. Sometimes two. Evie and I are both morning people. We get out of bed early (by most standards) for no real reason. We have no where to be and nothing to do. We also both wake, unassisted by alarms or anything of the sort, at approximately the same time each morning. I could probably sleep a little later but the patter of Evie's feet into my room at about 7:30 each day is my wake up call. And I'm usually up around then even if she's still snoozing. I admit that there are days that I am a bit on the grumpy side until I've had at least a sip of coffee, but by and large I'm an a.m. sorta gal. Our body clocks firmly get us up by 8 a.m.This internal clock is incredibly hard to reset and in Evie's case, she can't read a clock. Me telling her to go back to bed for another hour makes her cry. Simultaneously, her entering my room whispering "Mommy...Mommy" at a quarter after 6 makes ME cry. It's not a fun week!
2. I can never remember how to set the clock in my car. This also creates a confusing couple of weeks. I get into my car to go to work and have a "HOLY CRAP!" moment because I think it's time for me to be at work. I hate trying to remember how to change my car clock. It involves turning off the radio and holding down buttons. It's certainly not something I should be doing while driving. And I don't really spend a lot of time in my car that I'm not driving. Honestly, many years I just let it go until spring. lol
3. I cannot fathom the reason for the time change. Yeah, I understand why the whole time change thing was initiated. I totally get daylight savings time and extending business hours and blah blah. But in this day and age, why do we need to change the clocks back? It's dark when I get up in the morning and dark when I go to bed at night. It's winter. The days are supposed to be short! And between the internet and 24/7 Walmart, does a change in the time really affect commerce? And if there's no really good reason to do it, then why are we??
4. I hate cleaning up puddles. Especially special doggie type puddles. Apparently Mushu's internal clock is as well set as Evie's. He goes to bed early, refuses to get up and go out and then I hear his little toe nails, ticking off down the hall at 6:30 a.m. This means when I get up I get to find his mess and clean it. Joy!
5. It's a pain. Is there any better reason to hate it? It ruins my mornings. Makes me exhausted. Causes my children unnecessary drama and turmoil. Ruins my carpet. Causes me to have small aneurysms trying to remember how to reprogram all of my clocks. It's like that old joke about no one being able to figure out how to program the clock on a VCR...that's me. With all my devices. Not to mention I have a hard time working out the logistics of what the time change is going to mean the next day in reference to naps and meals and stuff. I don't know why. I just need a wrinkle in my brain that I'm missing. I'm lucky that my cell phone updates on it's own. I would probably never figure it out and would spend several days very late and early and confused.
Ugh. I hate the time change!
You may think that hate is a rather strong word for something as inanimate as a time change. But nonetheless, hate it I do. Here's the top 5 reasons why:
1. The time change completely screws up my world for at least a week. Sometimes two. Evie and I are both morning people. We get out of bed early (by most standards) for no real reason. We have no where to be and nothing to do. We also both wake, unassisted by alarms or anything of the sort, at approximately the same time each morning. I could probably sleep a little later but the patter of Evie's feet into my room at about 7:30 each day is my wake up call. And I'm usually up around then even if she's still snoozing. I admit that there are days that I am a bit on the grumpy side until I've had at least a sip of coffee, but by and large I'm an a.m. sorta gal. Our body clocks firmly get us up by 8 a.m.This internal clock is incredibly hard to reset and in Evie's case, she can't read a clock. Me telling her to go back to bed for another hour makes her cry. Simultaneously, her entering my room whispering "Mommy...Mommy" at a quarter after 6 makes ME cry. It's not a fun week!
2. I can never remember how to set the clock in my car. This also creates a confusing couple of weeks. I get into my car to go to work and have a "HOLY CRAP!" moment because I think it's time for me to be at work. I hate trying to remember how to change my car clock. It involves turning off the radio and holding down buttons. It's certainly not something I should be doing while driving. And I don't really spend a lot of time in my car that I'm not driving. Honestly, many years I just let it go until spring. lol
3. I cannot fathom the reason for the time change. Yeah, I understand why the whole time change thing was initiated. I totally get daylight savings time and extending business hours and blah blah. But in this day and age, why do we need to change the clocks back? It's dark when I get up in the morning and dark when I go to bed at night. It's winter. The days are supposed to be short! And between the internet and 24/7 Walmart, does a change in the time really affect commerce? And if there's no really good reason to do it, then why are we??
4. I hate cleaning up puddles. Especially special doggie type puddles. Apparently Mushu's internal clock is as well set as Evie's. He goes to bed early, refuses to get up and go out and then I hear his little toe nails, ticking off down the hall at 6:30 a.m. This means when I get up I get to find his mess and clean it. Joy!
5. It's a pain. Is there any better reason to hate it? It ruins my mornings. Makes me exhausted. Causes my children unnecessary drama and turmoil. Ruins my carpet. Causes me to have small aneurysms trying to remember how to reprogram all of my clocks. It's like that old joke about no one being able to figure out how to program the clock on a VCR...that's me. With all my devices. Not to mention I have a hard time working out the logistics of what the time change is going to mean the next day in reference to naps and meals and stuff. I don't know why. I just need a wrinkle in my brain that I'm missing. I'm lucky that my cell phone updates on it's own. I would probably never figure it out and would spend several days very late and early and confused.
Ugh. I hate the time change!
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Sunday Football
I just want to say that I hate the New England Patriots. Watching my Colts get their tails whipped week after week only makes my animosity for the Patriots that much greater. And more violent. I just want the Giants to smash Tom Brady's face. *sigh*
I miss Peyton!
This has been a really depressing football season.
In other news, my car is now super super clean. Spent a couple of hours this morning washing and dusting and vacuuming. Enjoyed a great birthday lunch with my mom, step-dad, lil brother and grandparents today. Evie is still afraid of my grandpa, but actually ate a little bit of lunch. She loved helping her Ma blow out birthday candles and then savored some cake.
Now Josh is off to work for the night and I'm left to deal with the babies versus time change scenario on my own. I'm confident that I can deal with it but it's nights like these that I really, really wish Josh and I shared a more similar schedule. Evie has a pretty strong internal clock and hates change. So she is pretty difficult. And tending both girls goes so much smoother when there is an equal ratio of parents to twiblings.
Ah well, back to cheering for the Giants. At least one of the Manning boys is playing! Hope everyone is having a good weekend. Maybe some one out there even enjoyed that extra hour of sleep last night?
I miss Peyton!
This has been a really depressing football season.
In other news, my car is now super super clean. Spent a couple of hours this morning washing and dusting and vacuuming. Enjoyed a great birthday lunch with my mom, step-dad, lil brother and grandparents today. Evie is still afraid of my grandpa, but actually ate a little bit of lunch. She loved helping her Ma blow out birthday candles and then savored some cake.
Now Josh is off to work for the night and I'm left to deal with the babies versus time change scenario on my own. I'm confident that I can deal with it but it's nights like these that I really, really wish Josh and I shared a more similar schedule. Evie has a pretty strong internal clock and hates change. So she is pretty difficult. And tending both girls goes so much smoother when there is an equal ratio of parents to twiblings.
Ah well, back to cheering for the Giants. At least one of the Manning boys is playing! Hope everyone is having a good weekend. Maybe some one out there even enjoyed that extra hour of sleep last night?
Friday, November 4, 2011
Living with a Hemangioma
This is a strawberry hemangioma. And yes, that is the side of my sweet baby's face.
Miss Elly was born with this. Well, actually she wasn't. It didn't show up until she was a week old. But technically it was there when she was born. Hemangiomas are like benign tumors. It's a collection of blood vessels that grows incorrectly close under the skin. They show up in the days or weeks following a child's birth and grow for the first year. After the first year, hemangiomas shrink, usually fading completely by the child's fifth birthday.
Hemangiomas are more common in girls. And they're apparently hereditary, since both of my girls have one. Evie's was in her diaper area and luckily never got bigger than a pencil eraser. Still, we visited a plastic surgeon at Baptist hospital several times to keep an eye on it. Hemangiomas can appear any where on the body. They can also grow to be massive and cause lots of problems with a baby's development. Typically if a hemangioma is going to cause a child any problems, it will be removed. Either by laser or cut off.
The doctors were initially concerned with Evie's hemangioma because of the potential for irritation and infection. But by her first birthday, hers had already disappeared. Elly's caused a completely different set of worries. Because of its proximity to her eye, the doctor was worried that it's growth would interfere with her eye lid's function, her vision and therefore her development. A young child has only a very limited number of ways to take in the world and learn. Interference with vision, a major sense, could cause some very serious delays and problems for Elly.
Queue lots of worrying and stressing and praying on part of her mom.
The doctor didn't want to do anything unless it was necessary, though I was initially for lasering that bad boy off before it could cause problems. I didn't want my poor little girl dealing with this big ugly growth for half a decade. I wanted it gone! But the doctor wanted to wait til she was older. Unless it started causing any problems. In the meantime, he just wanted to wait and see. Then we could possibly look at putting her on some medication to limit its growth. Or even do some laser treatments and remove it.
At six months old the doctor started talking about laser treatments and I actually thought about what all would really be entailed in doing laser treatments. Elly would have to be put under general anesthesia, she certainly couldn't be expected to just hold still while they performed the procedure. And since she was being put under, they'd have to put her on a cardiac monitor, IVs, and might even have to intubate her. Now, a cardiac monitor isn't really that scary for an adult. Nor is an IV. Not even with my fear of needles. But this is a six month old baby. Imagining my daughter surrounded by tubes and wires scared the crap out of me! So I asked, since the hemangioma hadn't grown much, if we could wait a couple more months and see what was happening before we booked an OR. The doctor agreed. And we set up an appointment for when Elly was 8 months old.
Fortunately, at the 8 month appointment, Elly's hemangioma was starting to fade. The outer edges were nearly gone, only the dark patch by her eye remains. The plastic surgeon feels like it has grown all it will and it should continue to fade and disappear in the coming months and years.
Initially I had a lot of concerns about the aesthetic issues with Elly's hemangioma. After we decided it wasn't really interfering with her vision or development, which was my main concern. I worried about people thinking something was wrong with her. And lots of people ask if she fell down or scratched herself. I try not to. But I worry about if it hasn't faded by the time school starts, what the other kids will say to her or about her.
Kids can be so mean. I don't want Elly to start out life with a disadvantage. So I hope and pray that it is gone before then. And I know they'll notice it. Even Evie regularly points it out and asks about Sissy's booboo. And she's only two.
Despite my concerns about the presence of the hemangioma affecting Elly's future, I'm still not willing to put her through a potentially serious surgery and all the pain and problems associated with it for an aesthetic procedure. So we will wait and see. And of course pray it's gone. And thank God that it isn't causing any problems.
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