The past few days have been full of stress.

We went in on Monday for a weight check for Little Sister. She’s lost half a pound. We had some blood work down (she was anemic at her 12 month check up) and she is, still, very low in her iron. She still breastfeeds and she does drink some whole milk. She’s on mostly table foods and eats pretty decent. Neither of my girls have been big eaters, but they eat when they are hungry and don’t when they aren’t.

Her doctor called yesterday while I was picking Big Sister up from preschool to let us know the test results. He didn’t leave his normal “everything’s fine” message. So, for the next four hours I sat and walked and sat and walked and scrubbed and cried and prayed and prayed for my sweet Little Sister. The minute “possible blood disorder” was mentioned on Monday, my immediate thought was leukemia. Because that’s the way a mother’s mind works. Wednesday we had a special prayer for her in our small group. Today, after receiving the message, I called everyone I knew and asked for more prayer over my sweet Little Baby girl.

Thankfully, lastnight at 6, her doctor called to let me know he just wanted me to up her iron supplement and to let me know that her saturation level was low. Other than that, everything was normal. Thank you God.

But man… it’s been a stressful past few days.

We go back in January for more blood work. My prayer is that she is just anemic. And that there is not any underlying issues that we’ll have to deal with.

I mean, can you imagine anything happening to this sweet, precious child of God?

Yesterday, J went to preschool with Big Sister for Donuts with Dad Day. She wanted to wear a special dress to celebrate.

Lastnight we put on a mini-fashion show for J so he could see our new coats. This is Big Sister’s new favorite thing to do. Shashion Shows!

I think Little Sister’s coat is a bit big. She can’t move her arms very well and when she tips over, she just falls like a tree.

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Thank you Old Navy for having your coats 1/2 off. I appreciate that!

And can you believe that our rose bush is still blooming? The thing is huge, it’s more like a tree. I don’t know what we have done (or haven’t done) to this thing. I know every indoor plant we’ve had, I’ve killed. Both plants from Grandaddy and Grannie Teenie’s funerals are on their way out. Which breaks my heart. I will probably not throw them away, actually, because I’m sentimental like crazy. So, we’ll have dried sticks in our dining room window forever and ever.

Oh, and it wasn’t pink eye. I had a laceration on my eye ball. Well… more like a cut. Okay, okay, it was a scratch but it still hurt.

Posted: 11|14|08 at 9:11 am. Filed under: Life Stuff, big sister, little sister.
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