Ava has it.
Over the past week, she's also gained a new G-button (after a frantic dash to Arkansas Children's Hospital once we realized that her original one had become dislodged. It looked like a jellyfish smeared with mayonnaise. Ew.), some major arm strength to help her push up into crawling position, the ability to sit up unassisted for ten seconds, and the ability to quote old-school SNL (BA-Ba WA-Wa!")
Ava and her "Da" snuggling in the ER.
Overall, it's been a scrambly-yet-pleasant week. Daddy's in deer mode, and the un-smell of scent canceling spray for hunters permeates the house. The music from a half dozen battery operated toys floats through the crisp fall air as Ava Leigh works through the "strength stations" Mommy has set up throughout the house.
Gotta make time just to make cutesies, though!
...and life resumes a pattern so resembling normal, I almost find it disorienting. Her therapy schedule is full and steady. We're on the road only two days a week. I'm going about the business of gradually stocking a winter pantry and thinning out needless items for a round of yard selling. We actually have dinner at the table together as a family most nights. I'm having much less anxiety about putting down the electronics and facing tasks at hand. And I'm home enough to keep the fall mums alive.
So as wacky as things have been in the past, the present resembles the future I'd always dreamed of.
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