A glimpse

Liam doing his own oral stimulation with peanut butter on a Nuc brush. Lupe reading to Liam in bed. Lupe and Liam watching a video called your baby can read. Finally trying out the breakfast at Louisa's Place- two for one huevos rancheros, we'll be back! BooBoos music time and the bookstore on a Wednesday morning.

New skill

I had no idea that Liam could do this. The therapist brought over this game where you need to put the peg in the hole of the other peg. And he could to it! Developing some awesome fine motor skills! Or rather hand eye coordination

Remembering

This seems like so long ago. It was our first moment together and he was looking up at me. I even got to nurse him for a moment. And so quick so quick he was whisked away. It still hurts remembering how brief was our bonding. I should have been holding him close. And I look at this picture and think of it now as he looks up at me with feverish eyes. And I am tired of
holding him for seven days as this influenza exhausts his body with its But it is exactly what he needs from me right now.

Satisfecha, aquí y ahora

I'm making a decision. A decision to be not just content, but happy (dare I say ecstatic?) about what my life is like- right now. We have been using up a lot of energy thinking about buying a house and how hard it is to do that in the town I grew up in, where my parents live. (Plus, Wondering if I am doing enough for Liam- getting our neurodelopement program done, balancing home visits with therapists, finding alternative methods, remedies, trying to research supplements. And the list goes on.)
Their truth is, we have a lot to be happy about. We frickin live downtown! We walk to the library, to the cafe, to my parents house. We sit on the front step and watch the world go by. Although it is hard to park ,friends do stop by, cause we are centrally located. Pedro walks to work, and has for five years. Our landlord is very fair, we are not paying an arm and a leg for rent. He's a good guy. We have a big back yard, we just need to put some work into it. If we continue to live here, the kids will walk to high school. their friends will come over and we wont be always driving them places. Sometimes the house feels cluttered, and we certainly need to get rid of some stuff, but it is also cozy and creative and comfortable. It is home.

Sick

Five days of fever. Boy who wants to be held. Who the hell wouldn't?
Tired mom.