Sunday, October 10, 2010

Where’s the Pause Button?

This is it. This is the age I want to freeze Lyla at. Like when your daydreaming about cuddling and playing with your unborn baby before you’re even pregnant, and you envision this little pudgy ball of smiles that just adores you as Mommy? You know, the ones you had after seeing those mushy Pampers commercials and thought “Oooooo, I want one of those!”  Lyla is now at a place where her features are cross-roading my babyitis dreams, and I want her to stay right here.002 - Copy pikThe time where she constantly smiles as big as the Grand Canyon every time I talk to her.  The time where she’s starting to be buddies with Winnie the Pooh and Glow Worm.  The time where she fills out all of her cute outfits with itty bity baby rolls, even the hats fit with that teeny head of hers! 030pik

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146169 She’s Weeble Wobble sitting, appreciating the crisp fall air on our walks, and gazing out the rear window at the flashes of sunlight blurring through her favorite trees on our drives.   Wheels On The Bus instantly stops a cry, she girlishly giggles when she gets undressed as my fingers brush under her chin, and addictively belly laughs when you kiss her tummy.

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   053pikEverywhere we go it’s “Oh.My.Gosh. You have the most adorable baby!” as we parade down the aisles of Target in her ballerina outfit, complete with a tutu and fake lace up slippers.  Duh, of course I do.  She’s so curious to pick everything up, eager to say “Ooooo that Koosh Ball feels cool in my hand” or “Now, we’re talkin’ on the gums”. And of course I want to freeze time as it’s 2 days before surgery, and that precious skin is still zipper-scar free.

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I’ve been doing a lot of extra snuggling, some extra Naps on Mom time.  010pikWe danced in the sunroom today to a little Into The Mystic  - nothing like a little Van to make everything right in the world. 

And Iiiiii, want to rock your gypsy soul

Just like way back in the days of oooolld

And magnificently we will flow, into the mystiiiic

Just getting my cuddles in before I can’t hold her so tight for 6 weeks.  Really for the first couple of days post-op, not even be able to pick her up at all.  But the moment that gives me nightmares and causes me to go silent when envisioning is the pre-op nurse holding her arms outstretched for me to hand over my perfect-to-me daughter.  Has haunted me from day 1.  I wish I could stay with Lyla until she falls asleep to dreams filled with milk – a really long dream this time - but rules are rules. Instead we will impatiently wait on October 12 until those relieving words are reported back, “The surgery is done and you can go see your daughter now.”

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But since freezing time is impossible, we’ll just go out and make the most of it.  Yesterday, we found HEAVEN. ON. EARTH.  Literally.078pikIt was straight up out of What Dreams May Come.  And get this – it’s right around the corner from our neighborhood.  The conserved land is called World’s End because of the northernmost point overlooking the Atlantic Ocean.  I was blown away from the rolling hills scattered with tremendous fields of tall grass, the water’s edge backlit with the Boston skyline that met the green hills with such great contrast of color, and the perfectly carved out carriage pathways canopied with the architecturally planted trees that reminded me of the Gone With The Wind section of Government Blvd in historic Mobile.

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The only problem is – it’s October! Why did we not discover this in May?! Oh well, I guess it’s not going anywhere over winter. Get a load of this peacefulness…

And then it came to me with the whole cartoon light bulb hovering over my head. I whispered to Lyla as we were having a bottle and Dad was napping, “Lyla! This is the 100 Acre Woods we’ve been reading about!  I think Pooh Bear lives in that tree, and Tigger is bouncing down the path just around the corner.  But I think you’re Piglet with the way you’re chugging this milk.”  Trust me when I say that those books can give you a lot of insight now as the adult reader!  Who needs Dr. Phil when you have Owl.  I am amazed by the simplistic messages that would make the world such a better place if the auto-pilot parents would just listen to what they’re reading to their children every night.  So if you’re feeling lost in life – read a Pooh book!

“Don't underestimate the value of Doing Nothing, of just going along, listening to all the things you can't hear, and not bothering.” –Winnie the Pooh

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On the eve of surgery week, the emotions are really starting to flow.  I try to hang onto those better-world feelings as we quickly approach Tuesday.  The day she was born we found out she had Down syndrome at 2:000 am, and 23 hours later learned she had 2 heart defects.  It was a double whammy.  I thought my suddenly special world was going to be taken away within hours of just meeting her.  When you hear your kid has a heart defect, for some reason you think they're not going to make it.  The heart – the center of our being.  And my daughter’s didn’t work right.  Shit.  But then as the weeks went on, we learned that the defects were very common within our little extra chromosome club.  And that it was a very successful surgery to correct the lives that deserved to keep on giving.

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186pik206pik Here we are, 6 months later.  Exactly 6 months later.  Ready to tackle the hardest day of my life, I’m sure Troy’s, and well I guess Lyla's too.  (But I don’t know, all of that work to squiggle her way down the birth canal was probably really hard too. You want me to put my head through where?!)  We're ready.  Well I guess we're ready.  We've talked to other moms who have gone through this.  We've seen pictures of other little ones hooked up to the maze of wires post-op to get a feel of what it's going to be like entering that sterile recovery room.  We've got the bags packed once again like we did while pregnant.  And somehow, I feel like someone is going to pull the rug from under us one more time as we give our daughter up to the nurse that we just met 5 minutes prior. But it’s Children’s Hospital Boston – the place where families fly from Turkey to get to these #1 rated pediatric cardiac surgeons in the world.  I need to remember that confidence. And do something very un-Jessica like:  just give up the control for those 5 long hours to those miracle workers.

I have hope.  The past 6 months have taught me that positive thoughts can motivate a day into something it wasn't before, because of stupid books like "A Guide to Babies with Down Syndrome" that will scare you to all hell and back with flashes to the future of your possible medical-drama life.  Worst case scenarios that probably won't even exist.  I go into next week with strength that we will get us through surgery week, just like we have gotten through the last 6 months - with ease.  You can't dwell on it, you can't beg "Why me?!" You just have to deal.  And know that with your commitment and encouragement, you will successfully cross over to the other side of the tracks by just being there for your babe. 

Will it will royally SUCK? Absolutely. Will it will be the least sleep you've gotten in your life?  Probably, even outranking those sleepless days through hell week in my sorority.  But I constantly remind myself that surgery just makes it all better.  The surgeons will lift the emergency brake off of her heart, and she can then coast on out of the hospital parking lot to enjoy the rest of her life unrestricted. 

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So here’s the run down:  Tomorrow (Monday) is our pre-op day.  We go in at 7am to start a round of tests & meetings: chest x-ray, blood work, a physical, a sedated echocardiogram, meetings with the surgeon/ cardiologist/ anesthesiologist, and wrapping up with a tour of our temporary home.  Should be about an 8-hour day.  Yuck.  With my best effort, I will be updating this blog throughout Tuesday and recovery week to let all of our loved ones know the progress Lyla is making.  I understand it can be hard to be so far away from the operation when all you want to do is show support, but this will be a great avenue to send your love while we post messages on how our little rock star is breezing through recovery.

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  1. Lyla is in our thoughts and prayers this week, as always. Stay strong, Mom and Dad... she'll be in good hands. Happy 6 month birthday Lyla!

  2. The three of you have been our minds and, more importantly, in our prayers! We are praying for Lyla but also for mom and you all!

    Nick and Priscilla

  3. Lyla is soo precious! Best of luck tomorrow!
    Idk if you have read about baby Nella who is also a DS baby whos parents had no clue either. You both are soo inspirational! Here is her blog if you would like to read it, she always makes my hard days look easy!

  4. Good Luck all of you and my thoughts and prayers are with you all!! Thanks for keeping us all so updated with your blog!!! She is such a precious little angel and you and troy are such wonderful parents-you all are so lucky to have eachother!

  5. Good Luck Dolly fam! You are in our hearts and prayers!