What is it about your favorite blankie / animal / pillow that makes you immediately revert back to your childhood? My grandma Mah made each of her grandkids our very own blankies when we were born and my mom recently left it with me to cherish and share with Regan. It’s threadbare and coming apart at the seams. It would be more worn out but she took it away from me when I was in middle school (okay, high school) to salvage it from further destruction. I have vivid memories of running my fingers through the edges and through the patches of animals as I fell asleep.
Kathy (Mitch’s mom) brought over his stuffed animal, Copper, and I wish I could have captured his expression when he opened Copper out of his box. A huge smile flashed across his face as he examined Copper’s features, recalling that his nose is scratched because he used to bang his nose on the table and one of his ears is worn because that’s the one he would rub as he fell asleep.
BB (Regan’s namesake) came up to help me this week at a time I felt I might be ready to break. She brought me my blankie, which became a symbol for her role this past week. She came at a time when I needed some comfort, a security blanket of sorts to help me with Regan. As I mentioned in my last post, sometimes Regan’s schedule can be overwhelming. For the past four days she’s been sharing in her feeding schedule, giving her extra snuggles when Regan just wants to be held, and watching her while I ran some errands, caught up on personal appointments and even got a massage. She’s gotten a window into our lives, as she called me while I was on my way home from my massage to say Regan had a serious combo of blowout diaper and bad spit up (she’s OK) and Walter had gone rogue on a car driving through our cul-de-sac (not shocking). Everyone is A-OK but when all those things happen at the same time, it can make you feel like YOU’RE the crazy one. To say I’ve appreciated her being here would be the understatement of the century.
Sometimes all we need is a little squeeze of our blankie, and somehow we know everything is going to be OK.
Regan had her Cardiology appointment today, and it seems everything is tracking as she would expect (a good thing!) She is up to 8 lb 9 oz and we continue to adjust medications and food as she grows to keep her heart-related symptoms at bay. We are still shooting for a mid-March surgery date. Thank you for your continued prayers and support, and special thank yous to our BB who lifted my spirits and has given me a physical rejuvenation to continue on our special path.