I experienced a first-time mommy rite of passage. The Den Man was a bit fussy, but nothing I was alarmed about. I figured he needed a change of scenery. I went to move him and without warning (or symptoms) the entirety of his stomach contents ended up on my shirt. YUCK. I am not talking about a little split-up, more like vomit projectus. All I could think was, "I'm a mom now, I can't loose it--I cannot throw up! Breathe through your mouth, Terri....You can do this." Well the rest of the day was uneventful. Denver went to bed without protest. Around 11pm I went in to check on him, as I have done almost every night since he'd been sleeping through the night, in his own bed, in his own room. He was sleeping soundly. I kissed his foot-- lightly (because it's what I could reach). I quietly left the room. When I got to the end of the hall, I heard what sounded like choking and something else odd. When I rushed back in to check on him, I instinctively turned on the light. I discovered he'd thrown up way more than his little tummy could hold.... All over himself and his sheets. Double YUCK! For able bodied parents, this might not be as labor intensive as for Dave and I. We took him to the Dr. the next day. On the way home we decided to stop at Wal-Mart to purchase several items on the BRAT diet (bananas, rice, applesauce, toast) which his pediatrician prescribed. Driving there, I started to get sick. Triple YUCK! David, I'm sure thought about bailing and find an excuse to go to Ft. Worth for work or Kansas to visit his kin folk. No chance of that! He was about 12 hours behind me. Quadruple YUCK! So it was coming out both ends (Double YUCK times 3... Our saint of an attendant-- Pansy, (who never said YUCK once) stayed overnight and helped us all. My god, my god we could not have made it without her.
Nearly a week later ...I am finally finishing this post--as we were all in the land of wellness, I feel like we really ALL accomplished something.
How this all started...
I have known for a long time that I wanted to be a mom. It seemed that life's circumstances didn't lend themselves to my dream becoming a reality until I met David. It seemed we were meant to be parents--TOGETHER. We both love children. Our dream wasn't that much different than other couples our age. We began our journey toward parenthood shortly after we got married in August 2004. We thought we would have kids the way other couples do; pregnancy, then childbirth. When it became apparent we would have significant difficulty conceiving, we tried quickly to turn that tough news into an opportunity. Easy enough, right? We would adopt. There were plenty of babies out there that needed parents. Not so easy (for us at least). Since it happens that David and I both use wheelchairs to get around in our daily lives we were met with some opposition and some really great support.
We were confident we would be awesome parents with determination, ingenuity, and mentoring from other parents who have had kids, support from our friends family, our faith community...We'd do (and are doing) just fine. Even though families with one or both parents disabled have been raising children very successfully for a long time, we met significant opposition from adoption professionals and agencies. With every rejection we faced, our determination to be parents was fueled. We pressed on--we wouldn't take no for an answer. Several agencies, social workers, birth mothers and almost two years later, on December 31st, 2007, we brought our baby Denver home.
I kept resolving to blog after Den came home and then which each big milestone, holiday, or other life event, I'd say to myself--"I really need to start my blog." I had decided that I would begin blogging when Denver took his first steps and even call the blog: Denver Walks--Mommy Blogs. I altered my plan slightly. Denver turned 15 months on March 29th. Boy time flies. Fast forward to today-- for my 1st official blog post, thanks for reading & WELCOME!
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