The days leading up to surgery were such a blur. I committed myself to helping with family gatherings in an effort to turn my attention away from my fears. But let’s be honest here, no matter how I tried, those fears haunted me daily. Remember, our pre-op (which was an all day event) was moved to the day directly before surgery. Initially, I wanted to come home after the pre-op. I wanted to spend the night before surgery in the comfort of our own house, as a family, all together. I desperately wanted to cloak myself in the last minute, unchanged normalcy of happiness with my children. However, instead, we agreed to reserve a hotel in Seattle near the hospital, relieving ourselves from the potential struggle of the morning commute and uncertainties surrounding it (surgery check in was 6:45 am). Continue reading
I had no idea what to expect when we first visited Children’s Hospital in Seattle. I had heard wonderful things about the care there, but had never had to put it into perspective as a mother of a potential patient. We packed up early morning, and left plenty of time for the rush hour commute to Seattle. I was worried about trying to navigate my way around the hospital. And apparently, as I drove, I absentmindedly drank a TON of coffee. By the time we arrived, I was sufficiently jittery and well caffienated (on top of nerves). My concerns about being able to find where I needed to be in the hospital were cured when I was met immediately by the reception team ready to direct me. Continue reading
We didn’t have to wait long for the CT scan appointment to arrive. Thank God. As we waited, I lived in a private, tortured state. To the outside humming world, I appeared fine. Inside, I was falling apart. On an nightly basis I would frantically and neurotically research online, consuming anything and anything about Craniosynostosis.
To say the last 9 months have been busy is an understatement. From the lack of posts, I think it’s clear, not only were we busy, but time seemed to move at an oddly rapid pace. It’s funny how the more pregnancies you have, the faster each one goes by. Granted, you’re increasingly busy with each child, but now that it’s over, it seemed nearly unnatural. Forgive me as I journey back over the past few months…. for there are moments I don’t want to forget. As I think back over my pregnancy, I feel so lucky to have had such a good experience overall.
I baked a baby girl for 9 months, and after all that work, she really did come out a girl. It literally took 3 ultrasounds to convince me with 99% certainty that the baby in my belly was a girl. And when she finally arrived and I was hurdled over the threshold to 100% positivity, I was overwhelmed with joy.
We raced and camped and raced and camped. George won the PRO series for his class, which meant many nights sleeping in a trailer and roughing it in the dirt. I’d be proud of that feat anytime, but especially walking the track with 2 little boys and a large belly.
We travelled to Vegas, and every morning I woke up feeling like a champ, volunteering to run for coffee and pastries in the gorgeous sun as others hid in their dark rooms. What’s even more important, I had an awesome time. I was nervous beyond belief to “party” in Vegas at 7 months pregnant. The usual just wouldn’t do. But to my surprise, I thoroughly enjoyed my vacation, laying by the pool with a belly, and drinking fancy non-alcoholic cocktails.
Quentin played soccer and the boys both started wrestling. We began wrestling late in the season, since it overlapped with soccer. Boy was this a different, but fun experience. Wrestling has always been one of my favorite sports to watch because it’s so intense. Amplify that times 100 when it’s your child. I’ve never been so proud, excited, and terrified in one moment as I was when they stepped out onto that mat for their first match. Both boys did wonderfully, and now, our living room is full of legit matches as opposed to the standard bum rush wrestling we had been used to.
We bought a new house (provided everything closes as expected)! It was a bit of a surprise, but the stars just aligned and everything fell into place. If you know our real estate history, you know that’s kind of luck is a rarity for us.
This post turned more into a year review for the Harding’s, but it was important to me to try to get this down. Looking back, it’s been an eventful time in our lives, and now that our little one is here, we can’t wait for the new experiences coming our way. More to come soon on her arrival.