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You Can't Take It with You, So Why Not Give It Away...
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I've been to my daughter (as I've been with my blogging on SMC) a fair-weather friend. I've been noticing so many improvements in her behavior within the past month. Not only does she not poo in her pants AT ALL, she also runs to the big toilet, hops up by herself, does her business and even does a decent job wiping herself. She's not whining as much, or hitting or kicking or pinching. However, I've noticed that when she DOES do any of the negative things now, I seem to have even less patience for it than before. I'm the first to admit that I'm not a patient person AT ALL. I'm not an angry person, rather an easily frustrated one. I once wrote a friend of mine who's into crystal healing and asked her if there was a miracle stone for patience. She told me to wear amber for a week and see if it helped. I did, and at the end of the week, I was still, so at my wit's end with my daughter's behavior that I took off the ring and threw it at her. I'm totally kidding! Here she is now, having made so many great strides and it's almost as if I'm disappointed in her when she does have minor regressions. How fair is that? I'm still trying to become more patient. It's all about letting go of expectations and taking deep breaths and counting to ten and remembering your happy place and... My sister and her husband have been trying to conceive for the past few years. In these years, there have been MANY heartbreaks. My other sister and I began to feel guilty for having such productive wombs, but of course, it wasn’t our fault. My sister got in the game kind of late. She started trying when she was almost forty. I know that forty isn’t old in the grand scheme of things, but the specialist said it was definitely a strike against them. I think my sister took it personally. She blamed herself for waiting too long. She blamed the cysts in her uterus for disrupting her chances. She blamed God for not doing the one thing He was known for. Creating.
Neither her nor I consider ourselves religious people, but I assured her that the powers that be aren’t carrying a grudge. She seemed doubtful, but in spite of it, continued to cycle down the IVF road with a heavy heart that somehow still contained hope amidst its surroundings.
In the first couple of years, we were all fools. We got our hopes up EVERY time. After a couple of miscarriages, we learned to protect ourselves with skepticism. We held our breaths on the days we knew were her doctor visits and when the phone would ring, our stomach would wrench up and our jaws would tighten. Our bodies were preparing for the worst news. And time after time, that’s what we got.
After four years of torture, they finally had promising cells. The strongest to date. I tried not to get my hopes up too much, but when weeks started turning into months, we all thought, “This one’s a keeper!”
Finally, on January 25th, my niece was born into this world! Unfortunately, her arrival wasn’t met without adversity. Her lungs were underdeveloped when she came out and she needed help breathing until they could get acclimated to the real world.
Today, I talked to my brother-in-law who said it didn’t look like it would be long until her release!!! I’m so excited. I’m flying to L.A. on Monday to lend an extra pair of arms and swoon from the beauty of my new niece Helena Leeann.
 As you can see, she’s a keeper!
Time to give thanks to the power that be!
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