Suddenly *Not So* Single Journey

Happiness is slow and steady…

Author: thenicknick

Slow and steady.  Yes, slow and steady wins the race.  Only this isn’t a race.  And if it was a race it would be more like a marathon or triathlon even, but not a sprint.  Kenna is my little turtle.

Her progress these days is less exciting.

At first there was mad progress.  Tons of stuff to constantly report.  She was living under a plastic sheet inside a plastic sealed box.  She was under bili lights.  She was on dopamine for her blood pressure.  She was teeny tiny, but now she’s gaining weight.  There’s been a lot of progress the last two weeks.  Now…it has tapered off.

Kenna is stable.  Stable is good.  Oh, but I get bored and I want progress.  I want to hear that she pooped…finally.  I want to hear that she’s off the oscillator and the ventilator.  She finally just started eating.

Okay.  It’s more than all that.  I want her home.  I know it’s too soon.  I know she’s nowhere near ready yet.  And even though I tell people all the time that she will be in the hospital until at least April, maybe May, I shudder and cringe when I think about how far away that really is.  Because…it’s so far.  It’s so long.

Still, progress is better than regressing.  It is so much better than her getting sicker.  She doesn’t have an infection.  She doesn’t have any bleeds on the brain.  We have much to be happy about.  Of course, I’ll be even happier when I can touch her.  I’ll be even happier when I can hold her.

Any progress is good progress.  We’ll take it.  Kenna is holding her own.  She’s staying strong.  She’s my determined baby girl.

We’re lucky.  We’re blessed.  We have plenty to be happy about.  There are so many people keeping up with her progress, so many people who pray for her, so many people who leave us supportive comments and words of encouragement on Facebook.

I’ve said it before and I’ll keep saying it.  This is what keeps us strong.  Nothing makes a person feel weaker than feeling alone.  The strength comes from having so many people offering love and support, knowing that we’re not alone.  That’s how I keep on…knowing I’m not alone.

I’ll keep sharing.  I can’t help it.  And Kenna, well she’ll keep growing…slow and steady.  And with all that love and support, we’ll all pull through.

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