Living With Designer Genes

Raising a child with special needs isn't easy, but neither is raising a typical one.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

The Marking

My daughter Sarah is still fighting double pneumonia and her doctor says it could be several weeks before she is up and running again.  She was not happy when the doctor broke the news to her that she would not bounce back immediately after taking days and days of antiobiotics.  It has not been an easy road with this pneumonia thing.  What started out as strep throat following an AMAZING Disney vacation, quickly turned into pneumonia.  Daily chest xrays, uncontrollable temperatures of 104 and 105, and dehydration earned her an inpatient visit at the local children's hospital, but more on that later. Here is a picture of Sarah when the doctor told her it may take several weeks before she is back to normal.



So what is a mom to do when she has spent the previous months counting down the days with her kids until all the summer fun begins and then one of the kids ends up covered in the bed for days and then weeks, sick?  Well, after today's redundant doctor visit I decided to take action.  We headed on over to our local Sweet and Sassy store for some fun that wouldn't demand much physical energy but would still bring plenty of excitement. Yep, we decided to go ahead and get Sarah's ears pierced.  I have put this off for quite some time now, as she has been asking to do it since she was six years old.  I don't know why I could not bring myself to let her do it before.  I see tons of babies being toted around in their cute little carriers who have pierced ears, but I could never let mine be one of those babies. Sarah seems so perfect to me, just as she is.  And in my mind I had somehow decided that piercing her ears would be less attractive, that it would mark her in some way, permanently.  Well, I was wrong again,  at least on the less attractive thing, because her newly pierced ears look beautiful.  Lord knows the little thing (yes I am referring to my 10 year old) needed a pick-me-up and that seemed to do the trick.  She smiled the entire way home and looking back at the new sparkle in the rearview mirror, so did I.  


(I think she looks a bit like a cartoon character in this picture, but none the less, here she is, earrings and all.)

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