Wednesday, March 1, 2017

If Only In My Dreams...

Do you ever have those dreams that feel so real?  Some are happy, some scary, some bad.  You awake either feeling relieved it's over or sad at something that didn't even really exist?

If this ecard describes you, you might just want to skip this post.  I won't be going too much into detail, but just a forewarning.

I can't shake last night's dream out of my head.  I've had these dreams a couple of times since Connor was born and each time, I have a really hard time shaking the feeling when I get up.  

Last night/this morning in my bits of sleep on the couch (no marriage problems in case you're wondering. Sleeping on the couch at our house means you're on Connor duty and he's woken up in the middle of the night...12:58 last night/this morning for inquiring minds...), I dreamed Connor was walking.

That may seem like not a big deal, but even as I sit here typing, I'm tearing up thinking of it (lack of sleep maaaaaayyyy be a contributing factor).  

In my dream, Connor surprised me by coming around a corner walking.  And y'all, he was so darn proud of himself.  He was smiling and laughing and I'm 99.9% sure I was absolutely beaming in my sleep.  I called Matt over and grabbed my phone and just couldn't get over it.  He was magically walking.  Just like that.  It felt so real.

Then, he began playing and interacting with a ton of toys and it was like something clicked in him.  I was so amazed.  Now, full disclosure...Connor was kind of small in my dream when he walked and by the time it got to the end of my dream, he was the size of a worm.  Weird.  I'm sure a psychiatrist (psychologist?) could have a field day.  

The hardest part of these amazingly hopeful dreams is waking up and realizing it was a dream and that this isn't happening now (and for us, there's a possibility of it never happening).  That's not to say that I don't hold out hope...of course I do.  But I also know that there's a lot of things that have to happen first for him to do things like that.

I'm lucky that these dreams don't come often, maybe once a year, and they often will cover different facets of life (talking, walking, playing, etc.).  It would be very hard if they were more frequent because they kind of put me in a slight funk and serve as a reminder of the obstacles my sweet boy faces.  

However, if you have met him in person, or seen videos, you know that Connor isn't letting the cards he was dealt in life keep him from enjoying it.  I strongly feel that one day his "talking" will turn into hearing "Momma" or "Dadda" and if, and when, that day comes, I will be shouting from the rooftops.  The same if he walks.  

For now, they will stay only in my dreams...

Monday, February 20, 2017

The Difference 4 Years Makes

On Friday, Connor celebrated his 4th birthday.  I remember before we had him, probably before we were even married, when Matt brought up how funny it was that we celebrated birthdays and one more year of being alive.  I don't know why him saying that has stuck with me, but it's something I've always remembered.  

I feel safe in saying that both of us understand truly how celebratory a birthday is when you have a kid like Connor.  One who sees a multitude of specialists, has numerous health and medical issues attached to his name, and requires therapists and other adaptive equipment to help him thrive in this life.

Perhaps it was because I was always overwhelmed, but this year, I have pointed out each event since the 16th of February in 2013 that I remember.  How we were eating spaghetti and his family was over when my water broke.  I didn't even say anything...just went upstairs and started going through the information from my doctor.  #sosociallyawkward

 Oh boy...we had NO idea what was in store for us...

To the 17th when, in the early hours of the morning, I needed oxygen because Connor wasn't tolerating labor.  Before I left for work Friday I was telling Matt that it was around that time they decided to go ahead and do a c-section.  It was the first time I cried for my baby.  I was worried about him.  Would he be okay?  That was all I wanted.  I remember crying tears of joy when I heard him cry and then I just kind of went numb in the recovery room as I began to find out that everything wasn't okay, and he wasn't the healthy 7-8 lb. baby we were expecting.

I wasn't able to see him until I could lift my legs and I did that pretty quickly out of recovery.  The rest of the 17th was a blur, but being together made it seem better.

The 18th was what I thought to be the hardest day (at that point at least, ha!).  It was when Connor was transferred to MUSC.  Since I had a c-section, I hadn't been discharged yet, so I reluctantly told my "boys" bye and it was emotional to say the least.  Luckily, I had been walking around back and forth to the nursery and they ended up discharging me later that afternoon.  I was relieved to get down to MUSC and see Matt and Connor.  I remember sitting in a pumping room and someone coming in to tell us that he had a fever.  How that wasn't normal for a child so young and they were running tests.  He would need to be "isolated" and we would have to wear special gear to see him.

The 19th was a regular day, but Connor did have an MRI late at night that we hung around for.  In fact, some of those pictures from above may even be from that day.

The  If I thought that the 18th was hard, I was not prepared for the 20th.  Connor kept desatting throughout the day, meaning his oxygen levels were not staying up.  Matt and I went for a walk and when we got back, there were so many people surrounding Connor.  We found out he had about a 5 minute long tonic-clonic seizure and was being transferred to the NICU.  Our hearts broke.  We walked with him there, an emotional wreck as you can imagine, and then had to walk back to where our parents were in the waiting room to tell them.  They looked so confused when we got off the elevator and I'm pretty sure I just burst into tears.  It was a definite bottom point for us.  After the 20th, the days seem to blur together.  I can't tell you how long we were in the NICU, when we got moved to the Special Care Nursery, or even when we got discharged...I know it was in March and was about 3 weeks later.

 Last pictures in the Level 2 Nursery

 Pretty sure all these first day NICU pics are actually from the 21st, but whatever...we'll go with it.

I brought all of these memories up the past few days and Matt made the comment that I remember, and he tries to forget.  That's why we're good for each other.  I don't want to forget.  I want to remember how tough Connor is and what we've been through as a family.  This birthday is one I am thankful for, not just because it's another year in the books.  I am thankful for how far we have come.

Sunday, December 25, 2016

Merry Christmas!

What?!  Two posts in the same month, let alone a week?!  Talk about a Christmas miracle! 

We had a great Christmas today.  It's hard to believe Connor has already celebrated 4 Christmases with us!  Here's a peek at how he's changed each year:
Connor looks super unimpressed back in 2013, ha!

We hope everyone had a great day.  Enjoy the pictures from our day!

Connor eventually got bored with opening presents and just wanted to play by himself, ha!

Super awesome blanket my sister made for's got Connor pictures on it!  SO in love!!

Friday, December 23, 2016

Connor's First Haircut!

Merry (almost) Christmas!

We took advantage of Matt having today off to get Connor's first haircut!  We wanted to get it before Christmas and the EEG he has scheduled next week.

We weren't really sure what to expect, so there's always a bit of nervousness and anxiousness that goes with that.  However, I am happy to report that Connor was a very well behaved boy and he did great!

Check out the pictures below!