It was inevitable that the comparison would come up, so I’ll let you be the judge. How similar do we look?
I think the guy on the left has more hair. I’m just saying.
I am able to talk a bit, but it’s uncomfortable and tiring. Megan and I have been making good use of our unlimited texting plan.
We went to the doc yesterday so they could see how my jaw looks a couple days after being patched back together. Here’s how the x-rays looked. You can see the multiple breaks on the right side of the image.
I suppose I should back up a bit. For those who don’t know, I broke my jaw while playing softball last Saturday.
We were just starting the third of three games for the day. Another guy on the team was hit in the head by a throw from the outfield while sliding into third base. I took his place at third to give him a rest. On the next play I ran from third and slid into home. The first-baseman threw the ball home in an attempt to get me, but the catcher missed the throw and the ball got my face. After waiting an inning to see just how bad the damage felt, I went to the hospital. I had surgery later to get everything set in place. Fortunately, the bones didn’t move around and the doc was able to just wire my jaw shut and didn’t need to do any cutting or screwing.
Now I’m looking at six weeks of eating through a straw. I’ve already had lots of fruit smoothies and the like. I’ve even had some more interesting things blended: pizza, pancakes, and cinnamon rolls to name a few. I’m gonna be much closer to our blender than I ever imagined possible.
As Eli would say, “we us home!” Noah is napping, so it’s just us sitting on the couch at home. It’s good to be home.
In 2 weeks is Eli’s 3rd (and God willing – last) open-heart surgery. I have a lot of mixed emotions regarding his surgery and preparing for it. Part of me is just looking forward to getting it done and having it over with and the other part of me is completely dreading the entire thing.
My feelings…
- Scared: there are so many unknowns right now – how quickly is he going to recover, is he going to survive, are there going to be any complications (during or after), etc.
- Overwhelmed: I’ve been busy getting childcare lined up for Noah so he doesn’t have to spend his days (and nights) at the hospital (I want him there for part of the time but I also want him to get out for part of the time) and so Dave and I can spend our time at the hospital with Eli. There is just so much to prepare for because of the number of people who will be caring for him (thank you to all those by the way). I need to have clothes, diapers, wipes, breast milk/formula, food, etc. packed up and ready to go for each individual watching him (so far its 3 people but might be more) before I leave for Eli’s surgery.
- Sad: my mom won’t be there to help me. She was going to stay with us and care for Noah so we could focus on Eli. I’m sad that she won’t be there to give me hugs and support.
- Nervous: I’m nervous about how everything will go – Eli and his surgery and Noah and his care (I’m confident in the care but I’m nervous how he will behave, he’s a good baby for us so I’m hoping he’ll be a good baby for others).
- Dread: I’m just dreading the whole thing. I don’t want Eli to have surgery. I don’t want to find people to take Noah. I don’t want to do anything except stay home with my boys.
We covet your prayers for Eli, Noah, us, the nurses, the doctors and those watching Noah.
I know there is a lot more going through my head, but I’m struggling getting it out in words.
The 15th of each month will always mark a day of joy and sorrow.
My heart is joyful when I think of my sweet little boy who was born on November 15th. Noah brings a smile to my face each time I see him. He is such a smiley joyful little man. Such a sweetheart. Noah Daniel is 7 months old today!! Happy 7 months birthday Noah!!
Today marks 9 months since my sweet Mom was taken from this world (Sept. 15th). She now resides in the best place ever, heaven. I know she is happy and full of joy, but she is missed so much. I miss my Momma. I miss talking to her. I miss her advice, ideas, suggestions, etc. I miss her hugs. As much as it annoyed me, I even miss her saying, “blah, blah, blah, blah!”. :) Momma – I miss you greatly. I love you dearly. 
This picture was taken the day we told Brianna that I was pregnant with Eli. I was 9 weeks pregnant at the time.
