Getting closer!
4 Generations of Kessenich's
Where can I get the hat??
Monday, December 28, 2009
Merry Christmas
Ho, Ho, Ho! This was my first Christmas morning where I got to get excited about gifts and unwrapping them and playing with them and really, all I was interested in was my bottle. Go figure. Mom and I had a great morning and then spent the rest of the day running around seeing family. I had a pretty good haul- I'm a lucky kid. So lucky Mom had to pack up my "baby" toys to make room for the new stuff. I keep telling her- big boy ='s big toys!
Santa Chase
Due to the overwhelming generosity of our friends and family, we were able to donate a new glider, ottoman, newborn and preemie clothes to St. Mary's NICU on Christmas Eve. Chase wasn't able to make it- still getting over a cold, but I dropped off the gifts and some cookies for the nurses. A couple looked familiar and some even recognized us. It was nice to reconnect. Maybe this will be an annual thing? Anyways, it's just nice to give back to those who gave us so much!
Monday, December 14, 2009
I want my MOMMY!!!
Krista here, bet you thought it was Chase from the headline :-)
Now for those of you who don't know me very well, I'm a pretty independent person. I usually don't share a lot (funny for a person with a blog) my friends joke that my plans are "ultra-secret" and they have to pry stuff out of me. I'm not one to really shout from the rooftops when I'm happy (unless it's about Chase) or wallow in self-pity when I'm sad.
Unless I am sick. Then I turn from a self-sufficient 30 yr old to a whiney, cry baby who wants everyone to know how bad she feels. I wear my illness everywhere. From the pathetic look on my face, to the comfy clothes I sport, to the gravel voice that comes and goes (depending on whom I'm talking to.) My girlfriend Jen prefers to be alone when she is sick. I see the appeal, but I want to be cuddled, coddled, have my hair stroked while I snot and sneeze everywhere. Basically, I want MY mommy.
So what happens when this 30 yr old baby gets her 1 yr old son sick too? Poor child, sneezing snot 10 feet in the air (sorry for the TMI) he's actually crying "Mama" like he knows who I am, what to call me and how to break my heart in just one word.
So what do I do? I suck it up, wipe his nose, change him 3 times before 8am bc there's snot EVERYWHERE. I let him sleep in my bed, even though I can't sleep now bc he's snoring all over the place. I wait for my sister to arrive to take over my now happily rested snotty baby, get ready for work & then blog about how miserable I feel today.
Because he's one and too young to stroke my hair.
Now for those of you who don't know me very well, I'm a pretty independent person. I usually don't share a lot (funny for a person with a blog) my friends joke that my plans are "ultra-secret" and they have to pry stuff out of me. I'm not one to really shout from the rooftops when I'm happy (unless it's about Chase) or wallow in self-pity when I'm sad.
Unless I am sick. Then I turn from a self-sufficient 30 yr old to a whiney, cry baby who wants everyone to know how bad she feels. I wear my illness everywhere. From the pathetic look on my face, to the comfy clothes I sport, to the gravel voice that comes and goes (depending on whom I'm talking to.) My girlfriend Jen prefers to be alone when she is sick. I see the appeal, but I want to be cuddled, coddled, have my hair stroked while I snot and sneeze everywhere. Basically, I want MY mommy.
So what happens when this 30 yr old baby gets her 1 yr old son sick too? Poor child, sneezing snot 10 feet in the air (sorry for the TMI) he's actually crying "Mama" like he knows who I am, what to call me and how to break my heart in just one word.
So what do I do? I suck it up, wipe his nose, change him 3 times before 8am bc there's snot EVERYWHERE. I let him sleep in my bed, even though I can't sleep now bc he's snoring all over the place. I wait for my sister to arrive to take over my now happily rested snotty baby, get ready for work & then blog about how miserable I feel today.
Because he's one and too young to stroke my hair.
Thursday, December 10, 2009
'Tis the season
This year we have many things to be grateful for:
- enjoy the holidays with family & friends (and not doctors and nurses)
- finally, a white Christmas!
- Chase's two front teeth (and a couple others)
- a healthy family
- new friends & some reconnected ones too!
- a new job for Mom, which means. . .
- HEALTH INSURANCE ;-)
- and a lot more blessing, which we reserve the right to add later.
Happy Holidays!
Chase? Meet Carter :-)
Shh, no one will notice if I yank this real quick for ya!
Seriously, Carter- I feel your pain, let me help you out!
Oh yeah, that doesn't feel so hot- I'll lay off :-)
Mom and I got to finally meet the Kolman's. Mom and Karin connected thru a way small world when Karin was pg with Carter. He's got the same 22q I have and hung out at Children's for surgery too! He was there for 3 months! But now he's home & doing really good. I had some serious flashbacks when I saw his oxygen, so I tried to help him out by taking off the tape. Mom wasn't having that, so I had fun playing with Carter's dog and toys. Can't wait for our next playdate!
Santa? Meet Chase
My little man, all dolled up in a sweater vest :-)
The lady who was helping Santa said this was the cutest shot all day, my kid- the ham
GET OFF ME!
Who decided to put the chair in front of the window? Seriously folks.
What the ?
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
What a difference a year makes. . .
One year ago today I kissed my little boy and sent him off to his first Open Heart Surgery. I put my faith in the doctors and God, waited with family, received prayers from friends and strangers, it was the longest day of my life. Six hours later, Chase came out- looking a little worse for wear and proceeded to exceed all expectations, cementing himself in the Rock Star Hall of Fame :)
Today, he is the most perfect one year old. He weighs 18lbs 1oz, stands 29 inches tall & says "mama." He's taken his first steps, stands while he drinks his bottle (with one hand, bc he can!) and launches himself off every platform he can find. He is a completely "normal" little boy. The white line down his chest is barely visible- an impossible thought when I first saw him after the surgery. Nothing from his first few weeks of life has left an impression on him. With the exception of my love, which grew tenfold from the long days I got to spend, just him and I, hanging out in the hospital.
He will need more surgeries, that's inevitable. We met with Dr. Weinhaus yesterday and while next year is looking more plausible than the 5-6 years we had hoped for, who knows? Chase is still exceeding expectations- what's one more?
My friend Tarisa has a miracle baby, Will. I would watch him with amazement and believe that God truely does have a plan for all of us. Never in a million years would I believe I would have my own little miracle.
Today, he is the most perfect one year old. He weighs 18lbs 1oz, stands 29 inches tall & says "mama." He's taken his first steps, stands while he drinks his bottle (with one hand, bc he can!) and launches himself off every platform he can find. He is a completely "normal" little boy. The white line down his chest is barely visible- an impossible thought when I first saw him after the surgery. Nothing from his first few weeks of life has left an impression on him. With the exception of my love, which grew tenfold from the long days I got to spend, just him and I, hanging out in the hospital.
He will need more surgeries, that's inevitable. We met with Dr. Weinhaus yesterday and while next year is looking more plausible than the 5-6 years we had hoped for, who knows? Chase is still exceeding expectations- what's one more?
My friend Tarisa has a miracle baby, Will. I would watch him with amazement and believe that God truely does have a plan for all of us. Never in a million years would I believe I would have my own little miracle.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)