There are experiences stuck in my head that I find myself questioning.
Was it a dream, a nightmare, or did the experience really happen.
The experience I am talking about is everything that happened since basically the time I found out I was expecting Odette.
Odette was a surprise for me. I was perfectly happy with three kids. Don't get me wrong, I love children, especially all my children. It was just unexpected, even until the day she was born it didn't seem real to me.
Shortly after Odette was born, I was watching her sleep. She was the best sleeping kid I had ever been blessed with. I remember thinking as I watched her so peaceful, that something was wrong with her. How could anything be wrong? She was an angel baby, just like I had asked her to be.
Then we found out she had cancer, which, in my mind was really lucky we caught it so quickly. Probably the only reason I took her to the doctor to check out her "rash" was because of the "somethings wrong" impression I had had not to long before.
Odette was a surprise for me. I was perfectly happy with three kids. Don't get me wrong, I love children, especially all my children. It was just unexpected, even until the day she was born it didn't seem real to me.
Shortly after Odette was born, I was watching her sleep. She was the best sleeping kid I had ever been blessed with. I remember thinking as I watched her so peaceful, that something was wrong with her. How could anything be wrong? She was an angel baby, just like I had asked her to be.
Then we found out she had cancer, which, in my mind was really lucky we caught it so quickly. Probably the only reason I took her to the doctor to check out her "rash" was because of the "somethings wrong" impression I had had not to long before.
During many of her experiences, I remember finding myself thinking, "Geese, if I could only pinch myself hard enough, I would wake up and find that this isn't really happening. It is really all just a terrible dream." (And yes, I did pinch myself a few times just to make sure. And even now, I have nightmares about being at the hospital almost weekly, but thankfully I am good at waking myself up without having to pinch!)
Now, in retrospect, I find myself saying, "Did that really happen?"
(Thankfully I wrote down a bunch of stuff to remind me because otherwise my memory really would have been wiped clean of lots of experiences.)
(Thankfully I wrote down a bunch of stuff to remind me because otherwise my memory really would have been wiped clean of lots of experiences.)
Watching Odette, which I admit is a lot of what I do all day long, I am amazed and bewildered at what I see her do and hear her say. (They were always telling me at the hospital, "Once you get out of here, she will learn and grow so quickly you won't know what hit you." They were right!) You would never imagine the life she has lived in her short 23 months, if you were to watch her for a bit now.
She hasn't puked for four months! -Real
She sleeps a lot. - Not real
She is the most active, happy child around. A 30 minute nap is perfect for her.
She is often found with food all over her face. -Real
After not eating for so long, I find it so cute when she has a milk mustache or orange cheeks from her spagettios. (I do wash her off and bathe her everyday.)
She is the most active, happy child around. A 30 minute nap is perfect for her.
She is often found with food all over her face. -Real
After not eating for so long, I find it so cute when she has a milk mustache or orange cheeks from her spagettios. (I do wash her off and bathe her everyday.)
Her stuffed "meow" is her favorite toy. - Real
Each morning she will wake up and bring her meow to you, talking to it all the time.
She doesn't like to be outside. -Not Real
If the door is even open a crack, she is "side" as she would say. If I would let her, she would be out there all day. You can often find her knocking on the door saying, "side, pease".
Odette doesn't like water. -Not Real
If the bathroom door is left open, she will be in there trying to brush her teeth and wash her hands. She has figured out how to move the stool to wherever she wants to climb. And man is she a good climber!
She calls all little kids "baby", even if they are much bigger than her. -Real
She loves playing with her babies at home, but really likes the moving ones when we go shopping.
Most people say she is the most gorgeous girl ever. -Not Real
Most people that don't know her, say what a handsome boy and in nursery the kids call her a boy too, even though she almost always is dressed in PINK!
Odette got a bloody nose the other day and I was in a panic, and debating if I needed to take her for a blood draw.-Real
Bloody noses are a sign often of cancer and low platelets. Every day, in as far back in my mind as I can push it, is the worry of "what if it comes back"?
Her laughter is contagious and her voice is music to my ears! -Real
She is the most lovable, precious, angel child that anyone could ever ask for! -Real
Each morning she will wake up and bring her meow to you, talking to it all the time.
She doesn't like to be outside. -Not Real
If the door is even open a crack, she is "side" as she would say. If I would let her, she would be out there all day. You can often find her knocking on the door saying, "side, pease".
Odette doesn't like water. -Not Real
If the bathroom door is left open, she will be in there trying to brush her teeth and wash her hands. She has figured out how to move the stool to wherever she wants to climb. And man is she a good climber!
She calls all little kids "baby", even if they are much bigger than her. -Real
She loves playing with her babies at home, but really likes the moving ones when we go shopping.
Most people say she is the most gorgeous girl ever. -Not Real
Most people that don't know her, say what a handsome boy and in nursery the kids call her a boy too, even though she almost always is dressed in PINK!
Odette got a bloody nose the other day and I was in a panic, and debating if I needed to take her for a blood draw.-Real
Bloody noses are a sign often of cancer and low platelets. Every day, in as far back in my mind as I can push it, is the worry of "what if it comes back"?
Her laughter is contagious and her voice is music to my ears! -Real
She is the most lovable, precious, angel child that anyone could ever ask for! -Real
I guess that time really does heal the hurting heart.
And the experiences that were so very awful do loose their sting.
I can now look back and instead of frustration and being scared about what was occurring around me, I see love, kindness and the Savior holding and carrying me through the entire time.
I will forever be grateful for the lasting impressions and lessons learned. Some I wouldn't trade for anything. And others, well maybe someday I will share them so you don't have to ever try and wake yourself from a nightmare.