tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58678311852658974082024-03-05T04:11:00.375-06:00Clay In His HandsAmandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.comBlogger440125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-69863170660814484112010-11-04T21:31:00.002-05:002010-11-04T21:41:09.192-05:00my little missionarySo, this weekend, Flor and I were driving home from a friend's house. I was telling her how blessed I am to have her in my life, etc. Out of no where she said, "But moma, I have to go back to Guatemala." Immedietely my heart breaks because I think she means that she thinks she has to leave. I said, "No baby, you're staying with me forever." Then the part that melts my heart, "But moma, when I grow up I have to go back to hold the babies. They need me." <br /><br />*sigh*<br /><br />she told me she'd miss me. I assured her that I would visit her just like my daddy used to visit me. I told her maybe she'd find her daughter in Guatemala. Then she asked me who found me in Guatemala. :)Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-61719978629280845402010-10-15T16:14:00.002-05:002010-10-15T16:18:44.955-05:00crazy in my old ageI'm losing my mind.<br /><br />On Tuesday, leaving CVS I unlocked my car, started my car, then looked for my keys for TWO WHOLE MINUTES before realizing the radio was on and that I had started my car already.<br /><br />So today I rushed home to change, then get Flor, then get to church to take the pictures for our directory. After taking pictures and viewing pictures for almost an hour, I leave only to notice that I have on TWO DIFFERENT SHOES.<br /><br />Go Amanda!Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-68183947587456076922010-08-19T21:16:00.007-05:002010-11-11T13:49:47.919-06:00I wish I may, I wish I might...Our conversation on the way home from choir practice went something like this:<br /><br />"Moma, I <em>wish</em> I could see God."<br />-"Me too! We'll see Him when we get to heaven."<br /><br />"Why?"<br />-"Because even though He's everywhere, we will get to see Him with we get to heaven."<br /><br />"Can we see Granny?"<br />-"Yes."<br /><br />"Everytime I see one of those little white things (star) I wish to see Granny."<br /><br />"Moma, I see one! (at the star:) Please can I see Granny? Please?"<br /><br />2 minutes later, looking up at the sky...<br /><br />"When can I see Granny? Monday? Wednesday? Saturday?"<br /><br />She has such a sweet heart.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-48125127710330983662010-08-10T12:48:00.003-05:002010-10-21T23:07:17.696-05:00Our GOD!So, let's say I got something in the mail today that really upset and worried me. Let's say that it had me on the verge of tears on my way to drop Flor off from school. Then imagine a sweet little brown eyed girl saying, "Moma, you wanna hear a song?" and before I could even say 'sure', she chimes in: "Our God is greater! Our God is stronger! Our God is higher than any other!" (and then of course she repeats because those are the only words she knows. But man, was God comforting me this morning! I've been trying to give it Him and felt better almost immediately. Just now when I left work to come home for lunch, guess what was the first song I heard on the radio... yep. Did I get the message? Its something I've definitely got to do something about, but it doesn't matter how big our problems are... OUR GOD IS GREATER!!Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-11230652800751951252010-07-25T13:38:00.002-05:002010-07-25T13:52:01.740-05:00make a joyful noiseI've been so excited the past couple of weeks. I auditioned for the choir at <a href="http://www.therockfwc.org/">my church</a>, and gracefully was asked to join! I've attended one practice so far and, let me just say, I'm in love. It has been 3 years since I've sang anywhere but in the car and I already feel part of myself that I'd lost coming back. I'd felt so busy and distracted by life, that I didn't feel like I could give anymore time to anyone else. Singing makes me happy. Now if I'd just pick up my guitar again. :-/Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-14725160739529194982010-07-18T14:35:00.002-05:002010-07-18T14:53:23.468-05:00July 18, 1998It was brought to my attention that 12 years ago today I arrived in Guatemala for the first time. How crazy is that?!? It seems like it was only yesterday and at the same time it was so long ago it seems like a dream. I remember feeling so torn the day before we left and even on the plane ride there. I remember my eyes being opened for the first time in my life when I stepped out of that plane. My heart was filled and broken all at the same time. I'd never had so many snotty little noses and dirty little hands rubbed all over me, and I never remember feeling more at peace. I arrived a selfish 18 year old without a care in the world, but I left with the weight of little Guatemalan souls on the heart.<br /> I had no idea on that day how God would direct my life from there. I had no idea that He was birthing in my heart a mother's love for one little black eyed doll in particular. I am overwhelmed by the thought of it.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-43291311443297020572010-07-10T22:11:00.002-05:002010-07-10T22:23:22.876-05:00KindergartenMy sweet baby girl will be starting kindergarten in exactly one month. I really can't believe how time has flown. I remember the first day I layed eyes on her. She just looked up at me with those chocolate eyes and smiled, so sweetly. She was just 15 months old then. Now 4 years and 4 months later, she's 5.5 years old and soon I'll be shopping for a full size backpack for her to fill with school supplies.<br />It's such a bittersweet feeling. I am so proud of her and how smart she is and how big she's getting. I'm so excited to see all that she will learn and how much she'll grow as a person over the next year. I'm terrified that it may be hard for people to understand her. I pray that people will be understanding and patient with her, teachers and students. But I also know that her speech is improving every single day.<br />I keep reminding myself to enjoy every moment because I will wake up tomorrow and she will be graduating.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-88910652388119003612010-07-05T21:00:00.002-05:002010-07-05T21:09:51.415-05:00Happy 5th of July!!.. and hope you had a happy 4th yesterday!!<br /><br /> Flor and I spent the day with our very amazing family. Swimming, eating, swimming, eating homemade ice cream (which by the way is not served enough in my opinion), and awesome fireworks were a perfect end to the perfect day!<br /><br /> Flor and I were both off today, so after doing a few loads of laundry, we set off for Big Spring Park where we got rid of some seriously stale bread to feed some seriously huge goldfish! I swear there was one that had to be bigger than Flor! To cool off, she played in the fountain downtown. She played doctor to me and poured cold water on my feet.<br /><br /> It's been a great weekend. I'm counting down the days until Flor starts Kindergarten. I really can't believe that she's this old already. I pray everyday that she is ready. I pray for her protection. I pray for her to thrive in every thing that she attempts. She'll start soccer in August too, which we are both super excited about!Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-73037123515520793302010-02-25T21:42:00.004-06:002010-11-07T18:43:00.389-06:00Our day in court<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442392680464439746" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUQ7qeu6W1oP_LfDEw6MdTnOHQkVYfNHN3K4B4WkCUcuVd9bjVjWRmBsJi70lYuJhYiKwaJoPoYEuQHl8x5xksBTqoL17hq4nTr239CJn6DE53CAWCRTScYqjkyX-TmuuIdYDhwGoxQVw/s400/IMG_17532.JPG" /><br /><br /><div>So, again, today was Flor's finalization of adoption. It went very smoothly. We (Chris, Flor, Daddy, and I) met my lawyer in front of the probate office and he told us that the judge was out for the afternoon. Luckily there was someone who could fill in for him in our hearing. She didn't tell me to raise my right hand, but I did swear to tell "the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth, so help me God." Chris told me later I should have raised my hand, but she didn't tell me too and I thought about it, but before I could react I was in the middle of being sworn in, then it would've been obvious I had no idea what to do. But anyway, she asked me a series of questions and my lawyer asked me some more, including, "Were you asked to spend an accessive amount of money?", "Has anyone approached you, claiming to be related to her or wanting to adopt her?", and several other questions. I really started to feel hot, like I was in one of those police questioning rooms, where even if you did nothing wrong you were about to get in trouble for something. haha! The cutest thing that I will never forget is how the lady overseeing our hearing asked Flor how old she was. "Five.", "Are you in kindergarten?", "Not yet.",' "Are you excited about it?", "Do you want me to sing my ABC's?", "Of course I do!", "A,B,C,D...," And she proceeded to sing her ABC's very proudly. It was about the cutest thing I've ever seen. So, in about 1/2 an hour we were done and had our pictures taken and hopefully in a few months I'll have 3 new birth certificates for Flor. We celebrated with dinner at Chedder's. :) It was good day. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442392681988676370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYyIwKvdXV5wFkj1E5SEhVcdwOXe_pze_hyaYeKl-JohhEpO4m1P2KFts8ISVYjV7gzbhrd-HASrYokFbt-rhOtahQABvw0R-WUS-sgLYSFOhyphenhyphenNb2UsGnsZx10aMOELliTwIToylXVJEg/s400/IMG_17562.JPG" /></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-70003801629229228462010-02-24T22:13:00.000-06:002010-11-11T13:53:35.160-06:00He is still faithful<div>I'm not sure if I wrote about it here, but on the way to Birmingham for Flor's surgery, my car broke down. It's been frustrating and stressful not having a car, having to rely on others even more to help out with getting Flor and taking me places, borrowing cars, vans, SUVs, trucks..., whatever you've got. I've gone some days without a car. Honestly, looking back, its always worked out. I've never been stuck in one place when I needed to be in another. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>All the while, I am so blessed to have the best daddy in the world, who also just so happens to know a little bit about mechanics. So, for basically the same price, he's replacing the entire engine instead of just the transmission. I don't know what I'd do without him. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>So, this week, someone asked me what God was teaching me through all of this. Uh, well.... besides patience?? (always)... I had no idea. So this got me thinking and I asked God what He wanted to show me. My answer has been humbling. </div><br /><br /><br /><div>Back up a few months.</div><br /><br /><br /><div>Recently I've been thinking about my move home from Guatemala. I know that it was meant for me to begin the adoption process. I moved home and out on my own again, got a "real" job, and began taking care of things myself. There is the problem right there. In Guatemala, it didn't matter how many bills I paid or what problem arose, I knew that God had moved his people to give and through them He provided my every need. Every single one. Well, now I just take care of things with the money I make from the jobs I go to 5 to 6 days a week, right? And when the end of the month comes and money is tight, I silently panic. But I make it work and get my next paycheck and the cycle repeats itself. I'm not kidding. This has been my life for the past several months. And maybe it's everyone's life. Maybe that's just how it works here. </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div>So, when asked what God was showing me through all of this, I had to think about it. It hit me like a ton of bricks. His faithfulness. I've driven five different vehicles in 8 weeks and asked for favors to get from here to there more times than I can remember. He provided what I needed. I'm beginning to think that there was more than an answer to prayer in my car breaking down. (I prayed for safety, which apparently was not going to happen in my car!) If my car hadn't broken down, He wouldn't have been able to prove to me that He is still faithful. </div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-63937180324507646922010-02-15T18:33:00.003-06:002010-11-07T18:42:43.120-06:00"the" conversationI'm having to write this down this second before I forget...<br /><br />This conversation came a little sooner than I had hoped or expected, but God knows and is control of my little girl's heart, so I trust him to protect her.<br /><br />Flor asked me tonight if she was in my tummy when she was a baby. I said no. (I should've known that wasn't the end) So of course, she wanted to know whose tummy she was in... I just told her that I didn't know her name, but that she was in Guatemala. I said that she had wanted another mommy to take care of her that would love her very much. Well, she misunderstood me and got the saddest look on her face. She said, "Mommy, I just want you to be my mommy!" I reassured her. She asked if Mama Shyrel and Papa Steve had her in their tummy. I said that the other lady could not take care of her and asked God to help her find a mommy that would love her THE MOST! So, she took her to Mama Shyrel and Papa Steve because they would be able to find the best mommy in the world for her that would love her the most. Then the part that just melts my heart... she said, "I know who it is... MOMMY, IT'S YOU!!!" Then she hugged me so tight and said, "Thank you for coming to get me in Guatemala."<br /><br />Thank you God for understanding for a 5 year old's heart.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-40867010205208980872010-02-13T18:30:00.000-06:002010-02-15T18:33:12.911-06:00This week (last year) in fotos... continuedWaiting to go home... but today was the day!!!<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438632423097235346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtb4NFxgDM-ANxJoB9mzeV-UovEouNEx9PTts1suhLOX7fNg9xrS2itNOXNolv_-qDuMOgcfPf-nMVOaI1OrmyacyeAX2C-Mi3OTXlkusRd0NOdKJtj6LH_E0BAE4yfYD9c2QxOkusIxY/s400/IMG_0305.jpg" /><br />Finally home to all of our waiting family, plus this familiar face:<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBMTEGkD9BmZoRbohWBF3WfWgm81gEVFiwsZ-FjUe1yGB3kGkx2QNZ5FuY7zd3Pg8yoR7BGUflZRRW7M1O8CiIa39gctZ4DCi8Vn7u0W9_UzQaBL8tEmeStPw4jnDGrqqz-B6ovhRMWe0/s1600-h/IMG_0338.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438632429600845682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBMTEGkD9BmZoRbohWBF3WfWgm81gEVFiwsZ-FjUe1yGB3kGkx2QNZ5FuY7zd3Pg8yoR7BGUflZRRW7M1O8CiIa39gctZ4DCi8Vn7u0W9_UzQaBL8tEmeStPw4jnDGrqqz-B6ovhRMWe0/s400/IMG_0338.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-40576726124643882402010-02-12T17:31:00.002-06:002010-02-12T17:37:35.019-06:00prayers neededThere have been 2 shootings in Huntsville in the past week. One at a middle school, where a 9th grader shot and killed another 9th grader... now a university professor has shot and killed three other professors and another is critically injured.<br /><br />People need Jesus. Nothing is worth taking another person's life. It makes my heart sad. Please pray for the families and staff involved, for the students, for this city.Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-77884128857016259052010-02-12T15:52:00.003-06:002010-02-12T15:54:59.652-06:00This week (last year) in fotos... continued<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR8Y5YXhlp5i3mrL49VhW-aJ84LxTFoHTMI9Ct9JucQowYybNIlnQM_SM4rYLQS9pLhK-_HuAVWgNeXYVVl5qkIy4peRkqxFHwkbEU7gMBcaWNFsZ1s99G-anZ3MCDJLG_pWpLWXLOmUI/s1600-h/IMG_0903.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437478585258192146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjR8Y5YXhlp5i3mrL49VhW-aJ84LxTFoHTMI9Ct9JucQowYybNIlnQM_SM4rYLQS9pLhK-_HuAVWgNeXYVVl5qkIy4peRkqxFHwkbEU7gMBcaWNFsZ1s99G-anZ3MCDJLG_pWpLWXLOmUI/s400/IMG_0903.JPG" /></a>Today, last year, we went to say goodbye to friends at Amor del Nino. Here is Flor playing with her 2 very best friends that she still talks about all the time... Danny and Adriana. <br /><div></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-66832280579273430072010-02-12T15:48:00.002-06:002010-02-12T15:50:26.002-06:00Giveaway!!Register here to win <a href="http://mckgiveaways.blogspot.com/2010/02/kelly-moore-camera-bag-giveaway.html">this really cool camera bag!! </a>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-5630849305322056502010-02-11T13:43:00.002-06:002010-02-11T13:46:14.120-06:00This week (last year) in fotos... continuedFebruary 11th, last year, we were on our way to the US Embassy for our visa appointment...<br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437074044223850738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEif2ba1dNFl2ct6mizl93gXaooQmnaz7pE9tbnX7cKTVOk_iOYv8k5_qHqX5dYF6_suckhSGIR6yKHjZpcLIlShovtfAZqFLIIBLSdrLzrK2NNtiNis3qUK7YhSpg2Lsuv8q7_XDw10X8Q/s400/IMG_0110.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437074050102889602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-7Hf7c5KDVouguXkU5gCrXOwiRCTqbPaOuhP6AXkyr-OY-roB689D64AyHM_47FZjfJWg95SvxRSRqlJ6EFFP1df8d5HPUNV08c3h4u_BL6eoIjYr0r_jXuazA6G_WKKXeVzgH_S8D0Y/s400/IMG_0111.JPG" /> What a crazy morning that was... God had his hands all over us that day!! </div><div> </div><div>I can't believe how much she's grown in a year!!<br /><br /><div></div></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-82770089740660353092010-02-10T10:19:00.003-06:002010-02-10T10:28:23.444-06:00This week (last year) in fotos... continued<div>The second day of our trip last year was our day in Antigua. I definitely wanted Stephanie to see where used to live and you just can't be in Guatemala without having a trip to Antigua!!<br /><div><div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436650993135030498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlPizRqHLhAm87Mcup-BJOz-_G96cw5icftgF8vjxWeIdU6xNBA5_BBpc5k9gtqRJS-Tz7KtXuTQUL_JINWRGjFyiPVh3pa8taPlS1Q3LIzhCm3omrfnLKr_-EsZXB-pAQFwVnAq7ALCw/s400/IMG_0026.JPG" /></div><div>... and lunch at Mono Loco... best quesadillas ever! </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436650997308690898" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbZSll-_N0U239c3KQMApBT7BVp76TbAsfm1lQlJjqiQ8OuStQX34XII2IiCwbv4c3Xx09v1SJMO1hYVbTFVShZisB_dzyicRvRdNtg176ee5AAOkWBG61wi4CyMrN7uwFaLBH0Pi0ejw/s400/IMG_0035.JPG" /></div><div>Then she dragged us all over some of the ruins near my old school. </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436651006973595394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuKWoMJEmXYLZdxIndtvCChO5b2XIBq4MywU63Ryq9mHuRM1HHscbDdL1f3XVa1lwMGQM4p3-__ut11j84RdOWcgnE9r3I0xBMi3MVbEWmbMjxFugiJprzjF6F9sAbuOCmz1mcXQP5JS4/s400/IMG_0076black+and+white.JPG" /></div><div>but we were exhausted, so what better to cool us off than...</div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436651017191268210" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi41QPO3SKSp-Ihcx0Wp9SNGo0zLY_V4JJSOuVA2zOmI4gwBZTOang67M257RL_oxRIjdYqqPuoKt-aLvG-IdEr0qom-QcoTWEfJ9Jzy-YYobll4o8m_npC5STkiIo1RKoCIpPeRozEjIE/s400/IMG_0845.JPG" /></div><div>HELADO de McDonald's!! </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436651010779105218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1SRoZOiDqmvfgRKKGR8BHm16vLX_rwCbjofTBaQk0LGj36YJ_LIofPmc1IpEPDTiqmXl2ue7ESjYbZHi2y1pwzw6iE1BhgNH1yqMIH3JPhtVzJmB7gG1ZSlCNTiEhg2jPDFrPPEKLCCw/s400/IMG_0081.JPG" /></div></div></div></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-22527625588793087932010-02-09T10:10:00.005-06:002010-11-11T13:53:35.160-06:00Happy Gotcha Week!!!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNhwS6Mlkn2QKKkpBSQizNZlSPDX9aU0ALvwTlqTCKWeQixABtUeaWNkHOgGSiuB2DLftI-RrmL8rHbumh6GmN9y-vR8XIgYVKuiCWg5Xyk9gSsSFOKBvhJEdjyUN-LbOsH7nPG0OTUQ/s1600-h/IMG_1724.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436649710311034786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNhwS6Mlkn2QKKkpBSQizNZlSPDX9aU0ALvwTlqTCKWeQixABtUeaWNkHOgGSiuB2DLftI-RrmL8rHbumh6GmN9y-vR8XIgYVKuiCWg5Xyk9gSsSFOKBvhJEdjyUN-LbOsH7nPG0OTUQ/s400/IMG_1724.JPG" /></a> This week I will post pics from each day of this week last year... I've never been sure which day to celebrate "Gotcha Day", so we're celebrating all week!! Last night we started the celebrations off right with a Krispy Kreme donut... and yes, the hot light was on! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436649237958032370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIr0dwIydo68YTAq2_48XfZ7Qs7DW_zmzGg99u01gQy4DcePjr7OI9yWeEkVoYiGe9MkYXOZkObR9zWyZRnaWHqaubnd9t2D9jkuzWAbdEDHEji66thkgGnFxAwNvUnn-2SzYM_lGwF7o/s400/IMG_8144.JPG" /> <div><div><div><div>This was our first moment together forever... priceless. </div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436649235542528962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinZgvRJc5SpvwZmMXKtHxtKjN7tFLv9IqPGxm2RLst6NxS_cq-toTezYTK4lKVA5FlHTNEVQbBQMV3IoznNu-p4LaA2dVngjkOiBBQPD79FUIz_ts8tvAF2bXTbwtQwQUZ0q0NOdjppDs/s400/IMG_8148.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436649246151745826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaTBPd_hiEY-6WgvO6a8vSW52b5apBtgSIRDWvDaESb_sXdeCmAqVJktdeqo0myQ2xA2zQVeuaYm42VQ3ueGAUgcnwTLjFVUCEp64mcgjna33SFDTToCVqMemkRBQ3AhJWeZ9iAJdWJBU/s400/IMG_8154.JPG" /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-64118666891237966432010-02-06T22:58:00.000-06:002010-11-11T13:53:35.160-06:00New old Flor pictures<div>I received an email tonight from a lady who knew Flor before she lived at Amor del Nino. She's sending me a disk of pictures and video of Flor from when she was a baby. She emailed me a preview: <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445754319769487586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG4UdP-O7l5i33CJCoehJFN_wnzxAtEKx6QDuSo3N1tu0o2V3p9Jtlmzb_zhemIUZYuodhrAESRoAucDFzTw-YPU3wWed-az9OJGjZOQHeuu0uqZCiuAF-ZTmPJS7PH3_UOgmCUNLtHLI/s400/new+flor.jpg" /></div><br />How excited am I? I only have a handful of pictures of her from those years and I cherish them. They are my greatest treasure! I can't wait to see the rest!Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-69275615279850084572010-02-03T14:17:00.005-06:002010-11-11T13:53:35.161-06:00post surgery week<div><div><div><br /><div><div>We walked into the hospital at 7:30am and Flor ran into the arms of her abuelo! She loves him so much!! She played with Stephanie for an hour and then they called us back. Once back in pre-op, she began to get a little nervous and started crying for her abuelo. The sweet nurse said that he could come back and so she sat in his lap and cried her little heart out. She kept telling me, "I'm trying to stop, moma." Bless her heart. I told her it was ok to cry sometimes and she just cried on my shoulder. Then God sent an angel named Atasha to come visit her. She brought in a puzzle and colors for Flor. She knew just what to say to her and made her feel better almost instantly. When it was time for us to say goodbye, we walked as far as we could and got our hugs and kisses. She walked back with Atasha like a little princess, even holding the corner of her gown up so it wouldn't drag the floor. That was 9:00am. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434119846284321538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXMbn1oQaLrnmMKZfGTMR8a4O_wB0eCQ8g_-ORc6_cCF4TCV4tUFdde9mTDtvyFm5Ru4fa2CNtsug9B9cvKjxG2Zh0qup0BX-c59I2e-YVc4njVYaY9XauT0S_MIBp6FMKX-lmAcMHgQg/s400/pre+op.jpg" /></div><div>I heard from the nurse at 9:40am saying that Dr. Grant had just started surgery and that Flor had done great. They updated me every hour until Dr. Grant finally came out about 12:15pm. He said she had made him work harder than he expected, meaning there was lots of scar tissue to work through and he also found a hole behind the hard pallet that he got my permission to fix while she was already under. Daddy and I got to go back into recovery by 1 as we waited for a private room. She was knocked out the entire time. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434119849379241618" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxFuI-ZAtc4ZPoyoJNZf8YGao1gJMtW0G7MNoc3kzmJ7Us3UYLTblh6Gh4M40VEFsektXO8d82duZ0mugHYlMNb9jy4OoV_3A_shztqAYIqIT6y3VaoLLIJ62WjpO7Rv5e68e-krg_wHw/s400/post+op.jpg" /></div><div>When she did finally wake up, I got my kisses and she asked for Chris, who was on his way up with Jami and Stephanie. She did not complain of any pain whatsoever, she didn't even flinch when she noticed the "straw" in her hand. She slept on and off for most of the afternoon. Daddy, Jami, and Stephanie left before 3 to try and get home before the roads got bad since it was sleeting in Huntsville. Chris stayed with us in the hospital, but left by 5am to get to work by 9. That was nice since I was able to go to the cafeteria to eat and take a little break. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434119858432293730" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8BkB0-3AfKsVTtfbj_iwwUG1w20XWYcFf0FsWjFmzKNMDyqbeq7sE4DMc1wm5jhk4iodeB5VnS2LVUo3rwprHXmDh3V02dvysEJcu8dHI6QZCTr9hU4SrhqmhCdjQj0R1hhNOaHkoNEc/s400/straw+pic.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434119864695813314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiamLFxHL652-lsUp1X7hUxzqRiB137itAsdOx05k64tgDPM3PkD-lGL_EV63N7b61I2cqn35r2_q6nd4nZlbA5bPUYrDJZwTO2jfibdWqteFstYJPMhx2GKEVofRl6CH312BEDXZgl4c4/s400/so+ready+to+go.JPG" /></div><div>Flor ate a little dinner, but lost it all only an hour or so later. Zofran took care of the nausea after that. She was up and down all night going to the bathroom, or trying to at least. We didn't sleep much and waiting anxiously all morning for word on when we could go home. But the morning came and went. Flor got upset several times because she just wanted to go home. After barely eating her lunch, she napped for about 1 1/2 hours... no, I didn't eat all day! Finally, about 2:30pm, the nurse came in and told us we could go! </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434119851366186002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiztNFMJjQknS-CSbLof1L_b_-2bzVHvBE5JMOW7gKN6QLYFA_DEnBDtvOeG_pudWAvBVY26bvUtBdPD1IzNVkrc1T217FkmxAXy97LosBzdOnMRQMGGvMixkDJDAwUY5PmOlzwjpHXC2g/s400/self+portrait.JPG" /><br /><div>The drive home was uneventful besides a little nausea at first. She slept from Gardendale until we exited off of I-565 and we were welcomed by her aunts, Connie and Stephanie and their families. You wouldn't have guessed she had just had surgery because she was almost bouncing off the walls! But as soon as they left she became whiney and crashed! We slept for almost 11 hours that night! </div><br /><div>Since the surgery, Flor has been doing extremely well compared to what I was expecting. She's still been very whiney and sensitive about everything, crying more than usual, and has a few minor personaloty changes, but I'm expecting that to get back to normal when she starts feeling better. She has only a few minor complaints a day about her mouth bothering her and she's having some trouble with constipation, but we're working through that. </div><br /><div>All in all she is doing extremely well. Thank you all so much for your prayers!! </div></div></div></div></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-58047495628837687742010-01-28T22:00:00.003-06:002010-11-11T13:53:35.161-06:00Pre-opBefore a trip, do you pray for safety? If you do, do you expect a trip without any serious problems? I have to say that I think I was one of those people who thought that if I prayed for safety on trip, that there would be no problems. Today I was taught a new lesson. <br /><br />Flor and I set out at 6am for a 9am appointment (we were asked to be there 30 minutes before and I like to allow for traffic, construction, etc). 30 minutes into our journey, I heard a strange sound coming from the front driver's side tire. I decide better to be safe than sorry, so I slowed down and put on my hazards. Once I got into the emergency lane and slowed down a little more, out of no where my front tires locked up and I came to a sudden stop. So hard that my back end fishtailed a little bit. It scared me to death, but once I got a clear thought I got out to check the tires fulling expecting a flat. Nope. Tires looked great. The car was still running, so I hop back in and put it in drive... nothing. Well, not nothing, but definitely no movement. No movement from those little round things that tend to move your car forwards and backwards.<br /><br />After my immediete panic, I start making phone calls and because of what he could understand despite the babbling through my tears, he started heading my way. He was an hour away. So Flor played in the back seat for an hour, not a care in the world except that her mommy was crying. She told me she would fix the car for me so that I would be happy... all together now... "aaaaaaww!!"<br /><br />Daddy and Jami brought me her car and a trailer attached to his truck. They pull up, we pray again, we throw our junk into her car, and we're off! Since I had left so early, we only arrived 30 minutes late to our appointment, which seems to be no big deal at all to anyone else but me in that hospital. We were called back about an hour later and saw a few nurses and the audiologist. I was asked 4 different times if she had any allergies or was on any medication. Then we saw Dr. Grant at about noon and headed to anesthesia for our last stop of the day! I signed in at 12:40 in anesthesia and left at 1:40 after being told I didn't have to do this step since I spoke to someone there over the phone earlier this week. UGH!!!<br /><br />So, we were starving and extremely tired, so we swing by a fast food restaurant that Flor calls "Pollo Campero" and checked into the hotel at 3:15... against my will we had to get back out once again to find some antibacterial soap for her bath that I didn't know I had to have. We ordered pizza in, I know... such a healthy day of eating. But we are finally in and in our jammies.<br /><br />Here she is all antibacaterialized...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQUzkTn8nwHCllsH1RN9FFZSpN2IF0-HCq9nK-B-v84Zg2ZmzrpY8pybT6kWCWDK-0XEl7t3-GYsrnMQLVN2dSdHkNH133DqzPCi7Xfb5B8r2ywauV_W5SiWvZsn936w8Ne6qa4w9oSUk/s1600-h/antibacterialized.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432007426207739810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQUzkTn8nwHCllsH1RN9FFZSpN2IF0-HCq9nK-B-v84Zg2ZmzrpY8pybT6kWCWDK-0XEl7t3-GYsrnMQLVN2dSdHkNH133DqzPCi7Xfb5B8r2ywauV_W5SiWvZsn936w8Ne6qa4w9oSUk/s400/antibacterialized.JPG" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPjkjDAWEJKScK1qyJCaElff07FBioZ6psYlRbDOPE_XWtIAQN6T1Ige7Vn32q-sihWRsBYWkJi42GnVuLlpcl9V91IrgSTj_GWBxAH482-hAMCR9G3wlDqTfWh51qSrbnrVJ01ah5ZDs/s1600-h/cookieNmovie.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 302px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432007423232584834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPjkjDAWEJKScK1qyJCaElff07FBioZ6psYlRbDOPE_XWtIAQN6T1Ige7Vn32q-sihWRsBYWkJi42GnVuLlpcl9V91IrgSTj_GWBxAH482-hAMCR9G3wlDqTfWh51qSrbnrVJ01ah5ZDs/s400/cookieNmovie.JPG" /></a> We have to be at the hospital at 7:30am and it will last about 1 1/2 hours. She'll be in recovery for another hour, then we'll get to go back with her in a private room where we'll stay the night. We should be heading home on Saturday. I'm praying the weather doesn't hinder anyone from coming or going home, including us. I'm also praying that Flor will be as comfortable as possible following the surgery and that she starts eating and drinking by herself quickly. </div><div> </div><div>So, lesson learned. My pray was to get us here safely and on time. My first thought on the side of the road was "uh, hello?!?", my immediete second thought was "wait a minute, maybe this is keeping me safe. maybe getting here safely AND on time couldn't be done in my car." He knew he had to completely lock up my tires if He was gonna get the point across! But he did. </div><div> </div><div>Flor's about to go to bed, but not before she got her surprise!! I brought a styrofoam bowl, a plastic fork, and cornflakes!!! I've never heard a higher pitched "WHAT!!?!". She was so excited! I had to pay $3.90 for a glass of room service milk, but the look on her face was worth it!<br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKwXKKmBp4XFs5Y9i2ibYVk99gy_ZZKiKitfQ7ATJNzGwc9jxft7r6pwXT_Xe6eDld1qe9KNToknP0GGXCemNPi3DXtPW2A2V61t1jQ-PB8_jTRuzqNyqNcWkml6iWLSTS0gqkzWY1OA/s1600-h/smileyflakes.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432007422611307218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoKwXKKmBp4XFs5Y9i2ibYVk99gy_ZZKiKitfQ7ATJNzGwc9jxft7r6pwXT_Xe6eDld1qe9KNToknP0GGXCemNPi3DXtPW2A2V61t1jQ-PB8_jTRuzqNyqNcWkml6iWLSTS0gqkzWY1OA/s400/smileyflakes.JPG" /></a><br />Yes, she is kissing her cornflakes!<br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzMbKzhubCxIiBySlQXcFK7Dnxf_pw7_5k_OE05CeOrzwwHjFwYS4iQeyKm_PT_9qJrYNIbChu-VlGmnmT_zuyuv973VpIke_wYhzgA0GnD5MRJQXdK7EoV0PT-xiAzSmgIYqMEgZM288/s1600-h/kissing+flakes.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432007413329043810" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzMbKzhubCxIiBySlQXcFK7Dnxf_pw7_5k_OE05CeOrzwwHjFwYS4iQeyKm_PT_9qJrYNIbChu-VlGmnmT_zuyuv973VpIke_wYhzgA0GnD5MRJQXdK7EoV0PT-xiAzSmgIYqMEgZM288/s400/kissing+flakes.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-528131677843095212010-01-13T22:13:00.004-06:002010-11-11T13:53:35.161-06:00Here's what I'm going to do:So, when I think about it, I'm going to post random things that Flor says now so I don't forget how she "used to talk" after her surgery. It's an exciting thing, but I have to admit I will miss her sweet little errors.<br /><br /><ul><li>"I was hockin birst" = I was talking first</li></ul><p>I'm also going to video her as much as possible these next two weeks. I think it will be amazing to go back a year from now to see how much her speech has improved!! </p>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-62528250684521837352009-12-26T22:02:00.004-06:002010-11-11T13:53:35.162-06:00Merry Christmas<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419763157534789922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWSOeW5e2Y2fqN4A7uzJ5AcYCCWt5SKB8Vv0ub-kJkFEGZcMgxQrx1mvkIfUha9c6V5ZMkDPBglMyQZIrQe18ppgo6vlnYFq79tIgcxxaWmGSm3zMvfSs163F8HyfOK0XhMves9Z1mXr8/s400/IMG_1624.JPG" /><br /><div><div><div><div><div>Well, our first Christmas as a family has come and gone. It was much more than I could have asked for. Flor is the joy of my life. I thank God for her everyday. To be able to live through her eyes, full of wonder and learning and love. She is a precious gift and I couldn't have asked for anything more, yet God still gave me the gift of eternal life. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419763167965674994" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6JlKsQLDMJyJ3xtq474zXfMCve_-jcXQZQBFOzw3_ucJPsQGM9Z-aIEGAd4YL1PuAVQlYKrF0X-6Y2gkLaAIoov8wtuFBzlbsjM6ye73cLzdVifWPLUym_Bt1ydbpHka66F-y4rCrD2M/s400/IMG_1625.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419763171676292610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOCzXMTRoHg1h-qGzynvYXmKiZDSZiMFTJcJjcQNf-ijetLKFtbAyl6w03q-2VcL2Es7B-w5rhdbNh0qFx3YL5n7_UPB8IxHI5IHbwfUMwYImVAhoksJU1THpYKulT3P52yhonV-sph8o/s400/IMG_1629.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419763175988696114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFFMyATzY5xvS9jnht-hiDY5QDroWRkUXofSht3OGAr4ngU6gfoAoz41TviTbBnAhpstt3QEFrMDIc5Td-qukJ1j2_CDhhG5iAr7wiIAN0fD71onAkBpzkM4_HhHX-z2o3B2MlwfpnZR8/s400/IMG_1630.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419763192500072674" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7aF3JnoRSuv-8eFTX33yof0gDC87GpTwnzBgBI0F0donT0GNmhQRrFFL3bwF4PvbdJZKWWQa7wRzQEbAnMD7ckmdPIKXMorJ28xEiOsWzxWiB-YTKhqJMmquS9a0eeNfeILGQAczA_eo/s400/IMG_1631.JPG" /></div></div></div></div></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-38105016003063868112009-12-21T08:11:00.003-06:002010-11-11T13:53:35.162-06:00<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWwooAuZCvNEjneAiWOh318gP7DmxiLWrEOwj06OytTkXcsu8ejvBGU-M9V1PP7OOBBoerQCDdqZtz-HA4dr7CypIsydReSuNIZc8lr4B_71j0u3nuflqVzh_bVeP1QoJrQ8mYWtVtrA/s1600-h/11164_383666725400_507450400_9940653_6025907_n.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417692713543448514" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmWwooAuZCvNEjneAiWOh318gP7DmxiLWrEOwj06OytTkXcsu8ejvBGU-M9V1PP7OOBBoerQCDdqZtz-HA4dr7CypIsydReSuNIZc8lr4B_71j0u3nuflqVzh_bVeP1QoJrQ8mYWtVtrA/s400/11164_383666725400_507450400_9940653_6025907_n.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDbreavLOiFG4atl000ks9G2mhRD38R5gmHw44LZENxu4JqYgt8LTX_epULNGinMzD2fOk9j7-EkhaqV-KYlVS2hOOPY_2uo-eLuDTuxVTYYVotes7wzSbBoe8MqoBDeOaDleITusfrSU/s1600-h/the+present+tree.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417692711138599282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDbreavLOiFG4atl000ks9G2mhRD38R5gmHw44LZENxu4JqYgt8LTX_epULNGinMzD2fOk9j7-EkhaqV-KYlVS2hOOPY_2uo-eLuDTuxVTYYVotes7wzSbBoe8MqoBDeOaDleITusfrSU/s400/the+present+tree.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq7g72U1xN4x-ggR48FnaWapLRBN-mGnp29Xj6dRHI2djIYD5JcXUv7cI1T_w98OR0MDAFWL3LJqoDlIfvARD5LBRmhMEs-z7jblBSqEQnuPeacQiIeZ_D4FMY_lCTZzPk9I5eTU2trdo/s1600-h/nasality+test.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417692709895607874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq7g72U1xN4x-ggR48FnaWapLRBN-mGnp29Xj6dRHI2djIYD5JcXUv7cI1T_w98OR0MDAFWL3LJqoDlIfvARD5LBRmhMEs-z7jblBSqEQnuPeacQiIeZ_D4FMY_lCTZzPk9I5eTU2trdo/s400/nasality+test.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigbw7WXtE1o8IKpL1W6Q2jG8CNQDoFbXm7JQ1M6d2UhkHXxljRdk6YW5slWVCPUd-IqhDPkdZq96kJZX8S4pxDH8ZqPrN-5v2SS3Hu-PkVMX3tqgskfJA4ddby5b-DJDbVcpbU4y2O0VY/s1600-h/coloring+with+aunt+stephanie.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417692705143031970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigbw7WXtE1o8IKpL1W6Q2jG8CNQDoFbXm7JQ1M6d2UhkHXxljRdk6YW5slWVCPUd-IqhDPkdZq96kJZX8S4pxDH8ZqPrN-5v2SS3Hu-PkVMX3tqgskfJA4ddby5b-DJDbVcpbU4y2O0VY/s400/coloring+with+aunt+stephanie.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK4Kx6Ybgh7_5lrpouSKakjgv8QhF_KjQ5lJ93dklRJfOkLfHlSG_1b6Csy-iOJLNJExEv4qZPyfx-9V5W8Tmp5pQageMxpivrxoJzZXqSLdiZeZqSlbuX_S5vBRACIxnvQA8Ol6tCpr0/s1600-h/waiting,+waiting.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417692697482508530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjK4Kx6Ybgh7_5lrpouSKakjgv8QhF_KjQ5lJ93dklRJfOkLfHlSG_1b6Csy-iOJLNJExEv4qZPyfx-9V5W8Tmp5pQageMxpivrxoJzZXqSLdiZeZqSlbuX_S5vBRACIxnvQA8Ol6tCpr0/s400/waiting,+waiting.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>So, first of all, this week marked our one year anniversary of being released from PGN. Basically, Flor's been officially mine for a year!! Can you believe it?!? I remember the day last year, which was the 17th, receiving a call from my dear friend Melissa letting me know that we were OUT!! I, of course, bawled my eyes out! It was a huge weight off my shoulders. There was still a long wait ahead of us, but to know I had a daughter was an amazing feeling! </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>So, here we are a year later. Today we went to the children's hospital in Birmingham to meet her "cleft team", which consists of a speech therapist, an audiologist, an ENT, a genetics doctor, and a plastic surgeon. We saw the speech therapist first. She did several tests which showed her which sounds Flor was missing or replacing with other sounds. Like saying "nog" instead of "dog". Flor did so well, and loved it! Then she checked her "nasality", which proved to us how sound and air was coming out through her nose. She basically failed that test with flying colors. But that's alright, that's why we were there. The audiologist said her hearing was great, which is a blessing... no more excuses when she "can't hear me" now. :) </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The genetics doctor said that a lot of cleft pallets are part of a bigger problem, like a syndrome or deformaty. He said Flor's looked isolated, which is good. With no family history, he was limited to what he could tell us. But the less the better, because if he had to tell us more that would mean there was a problem somewhere. :) </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>The only traumatic part of the day was when the ENT stuck bubble gum scented numbing liquid on a cotton ball up her nose. He looked at her throat through a tiny light camera that he stuck up her nose. Not fun for Flor, but she was very brave. And by brave, I mean she screamed her head off, but who wouldn't? That basically confirmed what we thought, that her pallet is too short. There's normally a muscle that runs across the back of the pallet in front of the "hangy ball thing". With cleft pallets that muscle usually grows up each side of the cleft. When they repaired her pallet, they didn't repair that muscle, so he basically saw no movement in her pallet when she spoke certain sounds. He did say the tonsils were almost compensating and closing the back of her throat somewhat. But we have scheduled surgery for them to repair that muscle on January 29th. He said that could improve her speech by 80-85%, which is amazing. She'll continue speech therapy and over the next year we'll evaluate her improvement. After that, if we didn't see significant improvement that we could further discuss other options, which are typically more invasive and risky surgeries, involving bone grafts and air passages. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>So, please remember Flor in your prayers as we approach this surgery the end of January. She'll stay one night at the hospital and be on a 4 week soft food diet. Pray that she that her pain is minimal after surgery and during recovery. </div></div></div></div></div></div>Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5867831185265897408.post-68667850719824462302009-12-11T17:07:00.004-06:002010-11-11T13:53:35.162-06:00Finally...Be in prayer for Flor Thursday. We are going to see the pediatric plastic surgeon in Birmingham. I'm praying for wisdom for Dr. Grant and peace over Flor and I.<br /><br />I'm planning for Flor's birthday party this weekend. She will be 5 years old and is so excited!! I, on the other hand, am a little sad because I can't believe she is so BIG!! But I'm so happy for her. I am trying to keep it small, but with my family that's a little impossible. I've got it down to 50 people... is that too many? Of course, no one has RSVP'd yet, except my grandma who said she may or may not come. :) Oh wait... I just thought of two more I had forgotten to add to the invite... make that 52. :-/ It is going to be F. U. N.<br /><br />Then with Christmas the next week... oh my goodness... she is not going to know what to do with herself. Can you imagine being able to remember your first Christmas?!? Well, you know, its not her first, but it'll definitely be different than what she remembers. She's asked for a gee-you-eye-tee-aye-are... SHHHHHHH, don't tell her, but she's getting it!! :) I can't wait!!!!Amandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09216348983744367328noreply@blogger.com0