Friday, November 30, 2007
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Friday, November 16, 2007
Another Eye Check-Up
It's been another two weeks and so off we went to Oahu for the day to go see Dr. Wong, the eye guy. Very happy to report that Lyon's eyes have improved yet again! His blood vessels seem to be growing well and there is only one tiny area that still needs vessels on the outer rim of his eyes. Dr. Wong also said that he thinks this will happen soon and Lyon shouldn't have any problems with his eyes. Yet another victory in our long journey from 1lb 12oz!!!
Lyon has also made the 6 pound mark (6lbs 4oz to be exact). As you can see from the pictures he is growing well and getting a nice honey brown color to his skin. He loves to be held all the time, which is fine-we know we are all making up for lost time with all those lonely days spent in an incubator for him.
Can't tell you how amazed we are to see a real miracle in our lifetime!
Ariki and Marie
Lyon has also made the 6 pound mark (6lbs 4oz to be exact). As you can see from the pictures he is growing well and getting a nice honey brown color to his skin. He loves to be held all the time, which is fine-we know we are all making up for lost time with all those lonely days spent in an incubator for him.
Can't tell you how amazed we are to see a real miracle in our lifetime!
Ariki and Marie
Sunday, November 11, 2007
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Thursday, November 1, 2007
My cup runneth over
I turned my calendar page this morning as the passing of Halloween only meant one thing to me: we were that much closer to my personal favorite holiday, Thanksgiving. Since I had converted to digital calendaring in the beginning of the year, thanks in part to google, I wondered why I even bothered with this archaic pile of paper standing before me. But there it stood looking directly at me...the multi-colored hearts, the squiggly swirls and excessive use of the exclamation point signified the day that would begin a whole new chapter in all of our lives.
This week would mark the anticipated arrival of the yet-to-be-birthed baby Lyon. Marie's actual due date was November 7th. The mere sight of the lone writing on the whole page brought me back to the morning of July 23. I stood for eternity and relived that whole day. The worry, the fear, the hope, the prayers, the uncertainty, the certainty, the joy, the tears, the laughter and the love. Everything about it hit me at once and softened me to a pulp. To think how far Marie, Ariki & Lyon have all come...and to imagine them sleeping together...in the same room...as a family...for the first time, finally getting to know each other outside of the distracting commotion of the hospital. My cup runneth over.
So here we are…bathing in the wake of the arrival…or return for that matter, of our beloved little Lyon. When I say “we”, I mean everyone but me. I write from a small colorful coffee shop in Monterey, only there in spirit, face painted with a curious smile from the joy brewing deep down of the journey we’ve all been on in the past 3 months and beyond happy and thankful with the end result. I'm not sure if my smile will ever fade at the thought of my nephew. Right about now newly titled Abuelita and Grandpa are probably wondering when their next turn to hold the baby will be and giddyness overcomes me at the thought of meeting him again, and getting to holding him for the very first time.
I think it's safe to say that Lyon has written a chapter in all lives who've been witness to his journey home. What can we learn from a premature life that struggled every moment to be able to one day sit in his mothers arms sans tubes, monitors, and doctors as loving eyes and hearts adore him from afar? We can learn love. Pure, unconditional love. Many of my friends have told me that they've never met neither parents nor Lyon and yet they can't help but love this little guy. It warms me to no end to hear that.
I've developed an incessant need to call at least once a day and know how things are, to hear funny stories, and to hear his little grunts...oh those grunts...they're like little melodic kisses that tickle the very depths of my soul and melt all the seemingly unpleasant matters of my life into a puddle of possibility. At 3 months old (or -1 week, if you will), Lyon has fought far greater battles than I ever will, has taught me how to love, and brings me immeasurable amounts of joy....and we barely know each other.
The latest pictures from Abuelita:
This week would mark the anticipated arrival of the yet-to-be-birthed baby Lyon. Marie's actual due date was November 7th. The mere sight of the lone writing on the whole page brought me back to the morning of July 23. I stood for eternity and relived that whole day. The worry, the fear, the hope, the prayers, the uncertainty, the certainty, the joy, the tears, the laughter and the love. Everything about it hit me at once and softened me to a pulp. To think how far Marie, Ariki & Lyon have all come...and to imagine them sleeping together...in the same room...as a family...for the first time, finally getting to know each other outside of the distracting commotion of the hospital. My cup runneth over.
So here we are…bathing in the wake of the arrival…or return for that matter, of our beloved little Lyon. When I say “we”, I mean everyone but me. I write from a small colorful coffee shop in Monterey, only there in spirit, face painted with a curious smile from the joy brewing deep down of the journey we’ve all been on in the past 3 months and beyond happy and thankful with the end result. I'm not sure if my smile will ever fade at the thought of my nephew. Right about now newly titled Abuelita and Grandpa are probably wondering when their next turn to hold the baby will be and giddyness overcomes me at the thought of meeting him again, and getting to holding him for the very first time.
I think it's safe to say that Lyon has written a chapter in all lives who've been witness to his journey home. What can we learn from a premature life that struggled every moment to be able to one day sit in his mothers arms sans tubes, monitors, and doctors as loving eyes and hearts adore him from afar? We can learn love. Pure, unconditional love. Many of my friends have told me that they've never met neither parents nor Lyon and yet they can't help but love this little guy. It warms me to no end to hear that.
I've developed an incessant need to call at least once a day and know how things are, to hear funny stories, and to hear his little grunts...oh those grunts...they're like little melodic kisses that tickle the very depths of my soul and melt all the seemingly unpleasant matters of my life into a puddle of possibility. At 3 months old (or -1 week, if you will), Lyon has fought far greater battles than I ever will, has taught me how to love, and brings me immeasurable amounts of joy....and we barely know each other.
The latest pictures from Abuelita:
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