Paige is so sick...

She was finally perking up after having her cast removed, not as grumpy and stiff, and now this!

She still can't really push herself up to sitting yet, and is barely able to roll from side to side, and then three days ago, she came down with a bad cough - really yucky sounding lungs, but no runny nose or anything.

She had been vomiting when she choked on mucous for the first couple of days, and now she is vomiting as soon as she has as much as a sip of juice. She isn't eating or drinking at all, and is so listless and just looks really, really sick.

She is still peeing, so she isn't dehydrated yet, but she is one sick little kid...

Early for Wordless Wednesday, but...

Wow! If we can only embrace this feeling of hope for a very long time...

Said by...

Paige's buddy, Chayce, when she arrived at school this morning, the first time since October...

"PAIGE IS BACK?? Um, I forgot how cute she is, can I be her boyfriend?"

Delivered with a big set of dimples, and a sweet smile, who could say no, lol...

Freedom is...

being able to wiggle your bum back and forth, and scratch your own kneecap!

At least that's what Miss Paige would tell you freedom is! Her cast came off last Thursday. Finally...it is behind us. Forever, hopefully.

These first few days have been rough for her - as her muscles are reacting to being out of the cast and she is having a lot of tremors. She is incredibly stiff and doesn't want to be moved around too much just yet.

And her skin is pretty gross. When the cast first came off, we couldn't even wipe it because it would peel off when it was rubbed. Now, its getting a bit crusty and crackly. I didn't know this until her cast came off last year, but skin actually regenerates inside of a cast similiar to the way it grows in the womb - a moist environment that makes it like newborn skin.

She is even covered in a fine layer of hair, like a newborn is - and its very funny, because its exactly the shape of the cast - from her ankle up on one side, from her knee up on the other. Even the little hole that was cut out for her belly is not furry, but everything else is.

She's still very unsure of herself, and is just starting to sit up - she had her first bath on Sunday, and I think it felt wonderful, because she was anxious for another last night.

She has a hard time regulating her body temperature, as the cast was sort of an insulator, so she doesn't like being cold at all!

So, next week, she will try half days at school to see how it goes. She will go in her wheelchair for now, and we are getting a walker for her, that she will be able to start using within the next few weeks. Her surgeon guesses it will be between 9 and 12 months before she starts walking independently, which I think is a good estimation - she was just, just starting to take a few steps before this last surgery.

She has been a bit tempermental, which is soooo unusual for Paige - pretty demanding and hard to please, lol. But each day is getting a little better, and hopefully it won't be long before the last two years are just another story for our family to tell.

Thanks so much for all of the well wishes and prayers - they surely helped!

Another year over...

and a new one just begun.

Tomorrow marks the official end of our Christmas holidays. The routine begins again, as Dakotah heads back to school, and Paige and I settle in for a week of appointments and housecleaning, and trying to get some work done, all while making sure there is plenty of snuggle time for us.

After a few days of post holiday let-down, I'm ready to start the New Year. It will be the first year since Paige was born that we are not anticipating an upcoming surgery, and I'm anxious and excited at the prospect of settling back into our lives without this hanging over our heads.

On Thursday, fingers crossed, she will get her cast off. And thus will begin an anticipated year of rehabilitation for her, as her muscles work to regain their strength, and her new hips learn to support her, and she starts taking those first tentative steps yet again. Its been 15 months since she walked independently and, God willing, these surgeries will pay off, and she will conquer that skill again one day.

She has flourished in her cognitive skills while she has been in the cast. Its been fun, and amazing to see how quickly she is learning and picking up new things. She is fascinated with words and letters and reading, and I'm so, so happy about that. A lover of words myself, and someone who can get lost in books for hours, I'm so happy that she too cherishes books and words.

Paige has never been one that has leapt through milestones; instead, she meanders, and takes her time, stopping often to linger over the tiniest new task learned for months and months before moving on, so this has been an unexpected and delightful surprise for us.

As I should have learned already after nearly 16 years of parenting, you just never know. You never know what the next day will bring to you, what the next challenge will be, or what the next celebration will be.

Both of my children remind me daily that there is no roadmap to this thing called parenting - there is no anticipation of what will work in six months, there is only now.

This year has been a big year of learning and growing with Dakotah as well. As I watch my oldest daughter grow into an amazing young woman, I have had to refine my Mom skills many times this year.

The balance between trying to keep an honest, open relationship with her, one where she feels that she can come to me, and talk with me about anything, and trying to remain the parent, the one who sometimes has to say no, or be strict is not often easy.

There are no black and white lines, and the greatest wisdom I have gained over the years is the ability to think before I speak or act. Not always an easy task, sometimes analyzing a situation for a while makes the judgement a bit clearer.

The challenges to a young woman are great, and she is handling them all quite well. Its very hard for me to want her to have the very best time of her life during her high school years, and at the same time, wishing she would just stay home with me, and let me tuck her into bed at 8:00 like I used to!

I constantly lecture her that we all make mistakes, but there are mistakes and then there are mistakes. A dumb mistake is saying something to a friend and hurting their feelings needlessly, and then having to make amends. That is a mistake of growing up; and there are lessons to be learned.

But, some mistakes can never be corrected; getting into a car with someone who has been drinking; putting yourself in an unsafe situation, etc.

Little by little, I have to both guide her and let her go with nothing but a fervent prayer that she will make wise and good choices.

I have definitely learned to "pick my battles" as any experienced parent must do. She has rules that she knows she cannot break; and some that she knows she can probably persuade me to bend a little too.

Last week, she finally talked me into allowing her to get a "monroe" piercing...a tiny little diamond between her nose and her lip, just to the left. A year ago, I would have NEVER thought I would have allowed it, but she has researched it and paid for it herself, and is taking good care of it, and I know, when its all said and done, if the worst thing she ever wants to do in her teen years is staple her face, well, so be it, lol.

She has handled the challenges of being a teenager so well; getting good grades, having good friends, making good choices. I'm so proud of her.

I wonder what these two silly, crazy, wonderful daughters of mine have up their sleeves for 2009 - what they will challenge me with, what they will surprise me with, what will make me cry and what will make me laugh.

I hope I will be calm and wise, and have all the answers for all of the challenges they present to me. Most likely I will not, and I will learn right along with them about this life of ours.

One thing I know for sure. They always, always, always know they are loved. Without exception. Without condition. Without hesitation. Without reservation.

With everything that I am, perfect and imperfect, they are loved.