9 Months Old

I am thousands of pictures behind and even more blog posts in my attempts to capture how I feel about our children.  I can sure worry with the best of them.  I am not easy going when it comes to them and their lives.  The time I have with them can not compete with the love I have in my heart.  Their lives are so wonderful and have brought such joy into our hearts.  With that joy, I have felt so many daily sorrows.  Some big and so many are so small that I have never vocalized them to anyone.  Sitting with Dominic tonight before bed, I sat and listened to him tell me all about everything.  Gosh, that is so painful.  Why?  Time slipping away I am sure.

I cannot help but whisper to God, "Please let me have more children."  I love these children so much.  Their lives are so beautiful to me. 

Our Lourdes is NINE months old today.  She has her bottom two teeth and is standing everywhere.  She says a few words and loves to show us where the light is.  She came with strong velcro attached to my hip.  She is very slow to get on solids and still won't take a bottle.  Her little stomach is very sensitive and seems to react to most foods I've given her.  She still nurses like a newborn.  The girls carry her around all day so much so that I realized today that she was never on the floor.  Ever.  If she wasn't sleeping, someone was playing with her.  What a lovely life you have.

I had planned to go last week to be with my mom, but we had to take Lourdes to the ER in the middle of the night for a croup attack.  After several hours there, we headed home and I just didn't feel comfortable leaving her as she still didn't feel well.  On Friday, I left her with John for three days while I went to be with my mother.  The Thanksgiving turkey never took a bottle for three days.  I have a freezer full of milk, yet she waited for her beloved to come home.  He fed her baby food and gave her drinks all day of breastmilk out of cup.  One would think after that long she would have taken it. Nope.  I told my sisters when I returned home that she nursed her lips off.  Goof.  Anyway, I was so thankful to sit with my mother and am so grateful to John for his saintly love and heroic efforts in holding down the fort.