I think the chocolate bribery has played a small part.
Now that McClaine is only wearing a diaper at night, I need to teach Audrey that little girls go tee tee sitting down, not standing with hips pushed forward toward the toilet.
One thing at a time.
We, the White family are swamped. And not just because McClaine feels inclined to stop up the drain in the sink every time he washes his hands, flooding the counter tops in a soapy swamp. Amidst the potty training and introducing solid foods and going on nature hikes to find huge mushrooms and putting away 6 laundry baskets full of clean and folded clothes and emptying the dishwasher and loading it 1.5 times per day and practicing reading and letter sounds and memory verses and painting and baking and cleaning and laughing ... we are resting and looking to the Lord.
And taking some time from blogging to devote to praying for so many of our friends that are experiencing new joys, like parenthood. And other friends that are grieving the loss of a sister. And other friends that are grieving the loss of a son. And a cousin who is fighting for his life against a recent diagnosis of lymphoma.
We are seeking the Lord for our own, too.
When Reecey was born, she received abnormal results on her first newborn screen. When the pediatrician called to inform us, you can imagine the overwhelming panic that came over my hormonally charged heart. He said that this metabolic disorder that was marked by her newborn screen could be fatal and that we needed to see a specialist and have another screen. So we did, and the clinical geneticist told us that if the second screen came back normal, we didn't need to have further testing. Much to our relief, it came back normal.
Months later we got a call from the state, saying that we did need to have more definitive testing done because a normal screen does not rule out the disorder. When we got those results back last week, there were several levels that were out of range.
Remember that post a couple weeks ago regarding my sweet girl sleeping through the night and how that makes a tremendous impact on mommy's sanity? Ahhhhhh..... the survival days are back, my alarm waking me every four hours at night so I can feed Reece, so a fast doesn't create a possible metabolic crash.
We saw a new pediatrician yesterday, one who is a friend of ours from our A&M days and he has sent her lab work off to a different specialist.
We are waiting. We are trusting in the Lord. We are fervently seeking Him on behalf of all our loved ones who so need His comfort and healing in this time.
"Your light shall break forth like the morning, your HEALING shall spring forth speedily, and your righteousness shall go before you; the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard." Is 58:8