I have been wanting to update for awhile but sometimes I have to mentally make sure I have both positive things to say and new requests otherwise I get blocked mentally. Starting with some things to praise God about... The injections have been getting much easier. Sometimes we can do both of them and she won't even cry, she will just goo and coo at me all the way through it. Occasionally we have that problem where the liquid won't go in, but we kind of take a collective sigh and mentally step back and we can usually manuever the needle in to where we can push the fluid without having to remove it and restick her. So that stress is drastically reduced.
I went back to work two weeks ago and again praise God that the transition has been going relatively well. Craig literally had to rip her from my arms that first day (I am mostly kidding) and I cried a little but it is good for me to have some away time too. I usually try to use my commute which is a bit longer now that I am working out in Allendale to cry and pray. I feel like after that first week of adjusting I went through an emotional drought for awhile and I didn't cry very much and I was kind of just surviving and going through the motions but I was stuffing a lot of my feelings way down. To be quite honest I went through a period where it was hard to pray. How do you come up with new words to say to express to God how you desperately want to be rescued from a situation when you have told him over and over and you feel foolish or small asking day after day? So the extra time in the car to reflect has been good for me to get out some of my emotions with God.
Wed March 4 is Sophies next surgery. If all goes well she won't have to stay overnight. It is just the dermabrasion next time and we will be meeting to map out the spots that morning. I don't know the time of the surgery yet but I will post that so that people can pray when the hospital calls.
I am still nervous about the satellite moles as they seem to continue to appear. No info from the Dr. about how long that continues. I am blessed that they aren't on her face and don't seem to sinister in appearance. The balloons themselves are getting a little awkward. She doesn't seem to react to them but it is getting a little more difficult to hold her without feeling a bit unsure of how the best way to hold her is. Well I am keeping the faith, I know how much God loves her. He gave his son to die for us, surely I can love my daughter through this storm. Here is a cute pic of her talking to her sister. God Bless, Amanda and company.
