5
Not to toot my own horn, but sometimes it suprises me how much i will do and have sacrificed for this beautiful little girl i sleep next to. Potty, poop, a leaking g tube, none of these things bother me, even when they are at 5 in the morning. And *gasp* 5 am isn't so bad anymore that i actually wake up without an alarm now. Not that i'm not going to sneak back in bed now, cause it is the weekend, but still...here i am and it's 5.
I was talking to Cindy earlier about how much things have changed since Jordyn has joined our little family. And how i see things so differently. It's not about me anymore...well sometimes it is, but 90% of the time it's only about how it's going to affect Jordyn. Take for instance our day. Tonight we are going to a baby shower and then a potluck. If she doesn't do well at the baby shower, then we certainly aren't going to the potluck...and i'd be more than happy to just be at home instead if that is what her temperment for the day will be.
It's been a hard 9 weeks with her. Lots of doctors, hospital, medicines, and long nights of inconsolable crying. It's going to be another hard 18 years. But her little face makes it worth it as well as the dedication i see in her father. I love that man more each day, even the days i want to punch him in the arm.
During my pregnancy i would think selfish thoughts about how i wouldn't be able to travel in Europe with Cindy and Heather, and now i am thinking how i can't wait until Jordyn can travel Europe...with Cindy and Heather..:-) I guess the point of my ramblings is...I love this little girl sososososososososso incredibly much it makes my insides burst with rainbows and sunshine.
Back to bed, back to my family.
I was talking to Cindy earlier about how much things have changed since Jordyn has joined our little family. And how i see things so differently. It's not about me anymore...well sometimes it is, but 90% of the time it's only about how it's going to affect Jordyn. Take for instance our day. Tonight we are going to a baby shower and then a potluck. If she doesn't do well at the baby shower, then we certainly aren't going to the potluck...and i'd be more than happy to just be at home instead if that is what her temperment for the day will be.
It's been a hard 9 weeks with her. Lots of doctors, hospital, medicines, and long nights of inconsolable crying. It's going to be another hard 18 years. But her little face makes it worth it as well as the dedication i see in her father. I love that man more each day, even the days i want to punch him in the arm.
During my pregnancy i would think selfish thoughts about how i wouldn't be able to travel in Europe with Cindy and Heather, and now i am thinking how i can't wait until Jordyn can travel Europe...with Cindy and Heather..:-) I guess the point of my ramblings is...I love this little girl sososososososososso incredibly much it makes my insides burst with rainbows and sunshine.
Back to bed, back to my family.