


This blog gives our family and friends a chance to be involved in our lives and watch our children grow. We have been blessed with four beautiful children; Ethan, Gracie, Lexie & Eli. Lexie and Eli were both born with Hydrocephalus. Siblings with Hydrocephalus is rare, yet not unheard of.






After that appointment we made our way down to her 2 month well baby check-up. She weighs 7lbs 12oz which means she has gained three pounds exactly since she has been born. She measured 20.6 inches long and screamed her little lungs off when she got her three shots. The doctor seemed impressed when Lexie showed her how she can pick her head up when placed on her stomach. She said that Lexie seems to be acting like a typical 2 month baby that was born premature, which brings me to a personal choice I have made. I will not be posting what things Lexie may be behind on or just not reaching on the milestone chart. We only want to look at the positive and I will happily post all of her little achievements like I have been doing with Ethan and Gracie.
Finally, I know many of our friends and family worry on how we are doing and I know a few are just waiting for us to lose it. But, to be honest we are doing better than expected. We know things could be much worse and it now seems quite normal to us. We never regret giving her the life she so much deserves and despite some comments, she does and will continue to live a happy life. We don’t feel the burden or resentment that we were afraid of. Don’t get me wrong, I still think hydrocephalus is one of the most horrible words I have ever heard in my life but if it comes with Lexie, we will take it. I really don’t even notice her shunt when I look at her. I know some mothers of special children don’t like it when people stare at their little ones but I don’t mind it one bit. I feel that the longer they stare at her and her beautiful face they will see how much she is loved and how much love she brings to our family.
By Emily Perl Kingsley, 1987. All rights reserved.
I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with a disability - to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It's like this......
When you're going to have a baby, it's like planning a fabulous vacation trip - to Italy. You buy a bunch of guide books and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It's all very exciting.
After months of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go. Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, "Welcome to Holland."
"Holland?!?" you say. "What do you mean Holland?? I signed up for Italy! I'm supposed to be in Italy. All my life I've dreamed of going to Italy."
But there's been a change in the flight plan. They've landed in Holland and there you must stay.
The important thing is that they haven't taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine and disease. It's just a different place.
So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met.
It's just a different place. It's slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you've been there for a while and you catch your breath, you look around.... and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills....and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts.
But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy... and they're all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say "Yes, that's where I was supposed to go. That's what I had planned."
And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away...because the loss of that dream is a very very significant loss. But...if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn't get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things ... about Holland.










The thing in her nose is a feeding tube. She gets every other feeding through it because she starts to get too tired when she has to use all of her strength to drink out of a bottle. Sometimes it takes her 10 minutes to down a bottle and then other times she has the hardest time staying awake.





