I gain a little, I get more eager and climb
higher and higher to see the ever widening horizon.
Every struggle is a victory."
No longer confined to the rectangular carpet, when Faith is off of the vent she is connected to fifty feet of oxygen tubing and pretty much has free rein of the downstairs. Our house is small enough that I can run upstairs for a few minutes and still hear her downstairs. While Faith is mobile (crawling, scaling walls) she can only go as far as her tubing will allow her (although she does pop off and keep going....), so when I do run up the stairs she's usually content playing in the dogs' food or opening and closing kitchen cabinets.
The other day while went about the monotonous household chore of emptying the trash in each room of the house, as I emptied Faith's pink, butterfly-imprinted trash basket, I turned around to see my daughter at her door, smiling very matter-of-factly.
My heart skipped a beat.
How on earth did she get up here? Did she.....? No...she couldn't have.....no way...
Y'up. She did. Just take a look for yourself:
Perhaps more appropriate music would be "Ain't no mountain high enough..."
Looks like it's time to buy another baby gate. Looks like it's time to celebrate another mountainous milestone reached!
On another note (I wrote the previous stuff yesterday), if I wrote about each time Faith was sick every single post would be about her fighting off yet another infection.
No kidding, the girl is sick 3/4 of each month. Right now we are walking the very thin line of hospital vs. home again. It would only be fitting that Faith spend Super Bowl Sunday in the hospital, wouldn't it? Afterall, it wouldn't be the first or the second time!
We probably had the worst night we have EVER had last night (and that says a lot!) but we reeeeeeeeaaaaaallly don't want to take her in, so once again we are trying to manage it all at home. But as some of you commented last time, ultimately Faith will make that decision for us. :) So prayers and good vibes please!