For the Edwards household we measured a Year with a great birthday party for the cubs. Our little house was busting at the seams with friends and family. And one thing is for sure, those kids will not go without clothing or toys! Everyone must really love them as much as we do.
I think the last time I wrote in here was July and so much has happened since then. Most recently Calista has started walking... or should I say running. I don't think that girl is going to wait to learn how to walk. Tonight Ed and I spent a good deal of time looking at even MORE baby gates, (we already have 2), and trying to figure out how to gate off part of the house with stairs, kitty food and litter boxes, yet still make it accessible to the cats. I think we may have to buy these gates online with the pet doors because no where in Fort Collins did these exist!
Alex is walking with some assistance and he is a mad man crawling now. And that clever boy has learned how to open up the gate we have in the living room. Friday I ran downstairs for a moment to throw in a load of laundry and empty the diaper pail. As I came back to the foot of the stairs I heard a 'pat pat pat'... the sound of little hands on the hardwood floors. Half way up the stairs I saw Alex staring back at my like, "Whatchya doin Mom?". Needless to say I dropped the bag of diapers and ran to get him from the top of the stairs!
Each of them have gotten in quite a few teeth, Alex currently has 6 and we think Calista is working on her 5th. We had a problem for a little while with biting, but I think we now have that under control. Although one day I was nothing more than a chew toy for every creature in this house I think. I was on the floor with a baby leaning on each side of me and biting me. Then when I went to bed our little cat Leo wasn't getting enough attention so he tried to give me a little nibble. I'd had enough by then and Leo went to the floor. (Not for long though, he is a cat after all and they do go where they please).
Overall they are very happy little babies, and why wouldn't they be? They have every toy known to man, Mommy and Grandparents see to that, and they are absolutely loved by everyone in their life.
Medically we have been having a scare with Alex, but I hope (fingers and toes crossed), that he is on the mend. He has a blood disorder called Petechiae. It started as a rash back in June/July and I assumed he just had an allergy to the new laundry soap I had bought. But after much research and the help of a wonderful Dr. from the Youth Clinic we found out it is this disorder of low platelet count. Our goal was to keep his count above 50,000 (it's generally supposed to be above 100,000 I think). At the worst time he was getting spontaneous nose bleeds and his count dropped to 13,000. This finally resulted in a trip to a world renown hematologist at Children's Hospital in Denver where they finally put him on a steroid and his numbers came up a little. We're still battling this one and will have more results next week when he is completely weened off the steroid and another blood draw is done. The absolute scariest part of this was when the Dr. told me that he wanted to rule out Leukemia. He said that it was only a 5% chance, but no mother wants to hear the word Cancer in any form when talking about her child. I remember that I found it hard to catch my breath after he said it and feeling like I could throw up right there in the office. However, the tests they ran on Alex at Children's Hospital came back that it is absolutely NOT cancer.... so WHEW!!!!
The cubs are sleeping through the night really well and on a good day they sleep in until almost 9 a.m. Every once in a while Calista will have a bad dream and wake up crying and I have to cuddle her back to sleep. I'm usually still awake anyway so it's actually a sweet time. Last night I heard her start to cry at around 10:30 so I shut down the TV and set my beading project aside. I don't know what scares that little girl in her bad dreams, but her face is soaked with tears and her arms go up as soon as she sees me for me to pick her up. So I pick her up and we go over to the rocking chair in their bedroom. I rock her back and forth and rub her back and stroke her hair. She in turn lays her head on my shoulder and started to snuggle in, but then pulled herself back for a moment to look me in the face and smile at me. I don't know if that smile is a 'Mom I'm glad you're here to hold me' or a 'Ha Ha... Made you come in and hold me'. Either way it's sweet. I rocked her for about a half an hour until I felt her go limp and I knew she fell back to sleep, all the while listening Alex's steady breathing rhythm. It was one of those nights that I just could have stayed in there forever holding her, but I knew sooner or later I'd fall asleep and probably drop the little girl. So I put her in her crib and went off to bed myself.
Alright! Time for the best and worst of motherhood.
The worst part of motherhood for this blog would have to be hearing the word cancer when a Dr. is talking about your child. Ever since this day I really take to heart those St. Jude commercials to give thanks for the healthy children in your life. Even with Alex's illness, we are still so extremely lucky our kids are relatively healthy and my heart just aches for those strong parents that have a child with a terminal illness.
The best part of motherhood for this blog would have to be the silent nights. And that doesn't mean the nights they sleep all the way through without waking us up (although don't get me wrong, those are nice too). These are the nights when I can sit in the nursery with them when they are both asleep and I can just watch them. They'll never know until they have kids of their own how happy it makes me to just watch them sleep.