Blogging the life of a little girl with a rare chromosome 2q24.3q32.1 deletion
It’s crazy how much guilt one simple thing — like when and how the baby comes — can bring with it. Originally, baby boy’s due date was September 3. Then the doctor told me at some point September 1 was more accurate, but it never got changed in the computer — so September 3 it... Continue Reading →
We returned last night from our planned Tartu inpatient hospital stay. So. 👏 Much. 👏 Good. 👏 News. 👏 There's no way to easily explain it all in an instagram story or a tiny facebook post, so blogpost here we go!
It's Friday, February 5th. And it looks like no one will be coming home today.
We brought our camera with us to the hospital. I had dreamed of weary photos of me holding Eloise, exhausted from labor, of Brian bending down next to me laying in the hospital bed, the nurse taking our first out-of-focus photos as a family. But that's not what happened.
Eloise was a name we chose while we w ere pregnant. It can mean either healthy or fighter/warrior. Since we've had so many scares, it seemed a fitting name -- a declaration that she would be healthy, and that whatever trials came her way, she'd fight her way out of them. We had no idea how much we'd need that name.
Eloise The Tiny Fighter 