It feels like we have finally surfaced from down under this summer.
We have walked ‘hard’ with our darling baby but are currently enjoying the breaths of air we are breathing in.
As most of you know, Will Franklin had Pertussis, i.e. whooping cough at 9 weeks that lasted for 150 days instead of the 100 we had hoped. Then in February as he was just starting to get well and sleep, he developed hives that lasted for 5 months. In July, we did some radical dietary changes with him as well as worked with a Naturopath
and have seen 95% improvement. The most noted improvement is a happy little boy. Prior to this he would just cry and in hindsight I clearly know he DID NOT FEEL GOOD.
In April, he had a round of German Measles. I am pretty confident that he got it when we visited our little ‘neighborhood library’. The first 6 months of his life we went nowhere except occasionally to church. We finally got out to take in a story hour and some one in that little itty, bitty room had probably gotten their MMR vaccine very recently. MMR’s are live vaccines and my baby’s immune system could not handle it.
We have been hive free for about 6 weeks and it has been wonderful. Little Will Franklin is such a happy boy. It is such a gift. Sleep and a happy baby have allowed me a chance to catch my breath It has been a very, hard, intense year but I know there has been growth in our souls and for that I am so grateful.
We are getting ready to start the school year next week so there will be new challenges and hurdles to cross. Cooking and hobbies have all fallen by the wayside but I feel renewed energy rising.
Here are just some random pictures of our family from this summer!
It was precious though, the night he had them cut off he came racing to find me after his shower. He just needed re-assurance that I was ok with him just like he was. Last summer, he wanted to cut them off and I wanted him to leave them on so he did. This summer, he’s older and a bit more independent so I decided it was time for him to have his own opinion. As soon as his shower was over he came yelling through the house for me. I was downstairs in the laundry room and he jumped into my arms and rubbed his hands up and down my arms and said to me repeatedly, “I lube (he gets his b’s and v’s mixed up) you mom”. It was such a precious mommy moment for me to reassure him that I loved my CJ in the core of who he is with or without curls!
Cheers to a lovely day!