Friday, December 16, 2016

Raising Awareness with the Xtreme Hike

What is Cystic Fibrosis?
Cystic Fibrosis is a progressive, genetic disease that causes persistent lung infections and limits the ability to breathe over time. In people with CF, a defective gene causes a thick, buildup of mucus in the lungs, pancreas and other organs. In the lungs, the mucus clogs the airways and traps the bacteria leading to infections, extensive lung damage and eventually, respiratory failure. In the pancreas, the mucus prevents the release of digestive enzymes that allow the body to break down food and absorb vital nutrients. 

Everyday, is a fight with cystic fibrosis. A fight to live. A fight to breath. I am not even the one with CF and it just… crushes you sometimes. The fight. It’s just never-ending. There is no “breaks” You don’t get to just take a day off. You have no choice, but to just fight. And keep fighting. Until we win. And we will eventually win. 

I remember the day they told us Molly had cystic fibrosis, so clearly. It was just a typical morning for us. Molly was just one week old. My husband, Chase, stole her from our room so I could get some sleep and he was making breakfast for us and our two older children. At some point he came in and roused me awake. I just remember his face. He just had this look.  He had the phone still in his hands and was holding it to his chest like there was someone still on it. And then he told me. Shalyse, the doctor called and said Molly has cystic fibrosis. I was still groggy but I bolted straight up and said what?! He repeated it but he didn’t need to because I heard every word. I just laid into my pillow and started sobbing. I just laid there and ugly cried. I just cried and cried. I could hear him talking to our pediatrician, who was apparently still on the phone, and then he came over and just held me. He cried with me and kept saying I'm so sorry, shalyse. Im so sorry. That was the moment cystic fibrosis changed our family’s lives forever. I remember having to call our parents and siblings to tell them and I didn’t want to. Because every time I told them it just reminded me of that moment. That crushing despair and feeling of hopelessness. 
The day we met with the doctors, something flipped for me. I don’t know if it was something someone said or what it was. But i just started feeling like, girl you need to get your crap together and man up. you can do this. It was the feeling of hope again. Hope and determination. I wasn’t going to let cystic fibrosis win. I was ready for battle. 

That first year…. Man it was rough. I still had so much grief and sadness. But gradually I gained more and more hope. The more time went on, I quit treating Molly like she was a time bomb and like she was going to leave this world as quickly as she came into it. I learned a lot about myself that first year. My strengths and weaknesses. I learned a lot from Molly. She was literally a bright shining light in our life, a true sunshine baby. She was smiling always. Just soooo happy. Her infectious laugh was all the medicine we needed to heal. 

Life with cystic fibrosis…… it’s complicated. All the medicine, Breathing treatments, insurance battles, doctors appointments…. soooo many doctors appointments. Just the day to day stuff. It’s a lot. It’s an everyday fight to live a long and healthy life. The type and severity of CF symptoms can differ widely from person to person. Treatments are tailored to each individual’s unique circumstances. For Molly, she currently does three inhaled medications along with her vest machine. These treatments help to break up the mucus and keep her lungs clear. She has 10 other daily medications and supplements she takes on top of her two breathing treatments. And 2 of those medications were just recently added into the routine. She does this everyday just to stay healthy. So that she can live longer than the median predicted survival age of her 30’s. My age. This. This is a dramatic improvement from the 1950’s, when a child with CF rarely lived long enough to attend elementary school. Because of tremendous advancements in research and care, many people with CF are living long enough to realize their dreams of attending college, pursuing careers, getting married and having kids. While there has been significant progress in treating this disease, there is still no cure and too many lives are cut far too short. When a group of parents started the Cystic Fibrosis Foundation in 1955, they set their sights high - to advance understanding of this little-known disease, to create new treatments and specialized care for their children, and to find a cure. The CF Foundation has carried these goals forward and is working tirelessly to find lifesaving new therapies, and one day, a lifelong cure for all people living with this devastating disease. Nearly every CF drug today was made possible because of Foundation support. This year we decided to help raise awareness by participating in an extreme hike hosted by the CF Foundation. We will raise funds in the coming months and then in May of 2017, we will hike the Grand Canyon rim to rim in one day. By doing this hike we hope to meet our goals of adding tomorrows to the lives of those living with cystic fibrosis. Adding tomorrows for Molly. To give her the best chance at living a long and healthy life. Help us by sharing our story. Help us raise awareness by donating what you can be it funds, time or love. Help us continue to get closer to CF standing for cure found. 

Friday, February 21, 2014

Hard to Breath

Sometimes it's hard to breath.
Not because I'm sick.
Or have a chronic illness.

It's a combination of things. But mostly panic... and dread.

It's hard to make friends in the CF community.
Not because I don't like people. (which I don't sometimes)
Or because there aren't many people to connect with.

It's mostly because when you reach out or get to know these amazing people and you learn of their struggles and share similar trials. You start to care for them, and fear for them. And you get slapped in the face with the harsh reality of cystic fibrosis.

It's a harsh reality.

Since Molly was diagnosed I wanted to connect with other people in the CF community. So I searched and read stories and cried.... A LOT. So I stopped.

It was too hard. I couldn't deal with it.
I would panic and cry at what was happening to kids only months older than Molly and fear for them. And fear for Molly's future. So I took a break and I had my family members with CF and they would be my community until I got stronger.

I still cry every time I try to reach out and be apart of the CF community. It makes me so sad. I know there is so much happiness. Don't think that it's this horrible depressing thing. There are so many positive and great things. I look forward to meeting and connecting with more people.

But it's hard. You need to be strong.

I'm not.

Not today.

I'm a hot mess.

I'm struggling, daily, to be able to just breath.

The older she gets the more I fear for her. I want her to stay little forever. Little and perfect and healthy.

We had a cf appointment and Molly's doing ok. Not great, but ok. Her enzymes seem to not be working for her any more. So we decided to switch to a different type and see if this will fix the problem.

In the meantime, while we wait for the insurance to approve the new enzymes, she will continue taking the ones she is already on. But like I said they don't seem to be working all that great for her anymore. So she is dealing with all that awesome upset tummy stuff. Bloated, spitting up, just pure awesomeness.
And because it seems to be going right threw her, she is starving all the time.
She's a joy to be around right now. But would you be a happy camper? I know I wouldn't be.

And so we wait, and pray, and try other things to see if we can keep her happy and healthy.

And just keep trying to Breath.

Friday, February 7, 2014

I want to be strong like Claire

I thought this year was going to be better......

Well things don't seem to be going in that direction....
I welcomed 2014 with open arms. I was ready for the past year to be over and behind me. To quote a friend..."Be nice to us 2014." This was exactly what my heart was screaming. The past year seemed to be one full of trials not only for myself, but for many of my friends as well. Miscarriages, death, chronic illness, divorce, addiction.... just to name a few. 
I had high hopes for you 2014....

And then the feeling of impending doom crept in.....
I was released from my church calling and was quite dissappointed. I loved it and I was finally getting the hang of it. But I was fine. When they released me, I was told they weren't going to give me a calling right away. Give me a little 'break' since I just had a baby. I was like, hmmm ok, that sounds nice. But then I thought about it some more and wondered why?
Impending doom..... remember. 
I got this feeling like I was being given a 'break' because this year was going to be another hard one. And I panicked!!! I was letting it consume me and it was ridiculous because it was all just in my head. 
But when I had my last miscarriage I got the same feeling. 

Maybe I have super powers and I can see the future, Bahahaha. 
If only I could've seen what was coming.... If only.

Every parents worst nightmare.....
Have you ever had that feeling of your life going in slow motion, as you watch the horrors occurring right in front of you?
That was me today.
I watched, in slow motion, my daughter run in front of a moving truck and her tiny body get smashed by it's front fender and then fly about ten feet scraping the pavement as she went. 

My insides screaming at the nightmare that just happened. My brain accusing my eyes of being liars.

I couldn't stop it. 

Why couldn't this be just another horrible dream that I would soon wake up from?

It was all such a blur. At yet so vivid at the same time.
I'm just so grateful that she's ok. It could have easily been so much worse.... but it wasn't. 

There were kids all outside playing in the front yards. We were watching the kids, standing right there. We had just talked about how our kids freak us out when they try to bolt into the street. A few got yelled at and threatened for trying to attempt it. In that moment we were getting ready to go inside, then I watched Claire go for the street. I screamed... STOP!! But it was too late. 

I tried to run to block it and turn away from watching at the same time. I couldn't stop her from being hit. I couldn't watch her body get smashed. 
I heard the loud thump and watched her body get rocked by the blow. I watched helplessly while she skid across the asphalt just imagining the injuries this tiny person could be sustaining. 
It was one of the worst things I have ever witnessed in my entire life. 

I ran to her and scooped her in my arms..... I shouldn't have moved her.... but my brain was still trying to catch up and process all that had just happened. I felt like a chicken with it's head cut off, running around in circles not knowing what to do.
All my mind could come up with was....
I finally think.... 'call 911!' and 'put her down, stupid, you shouldn't have moved her'
I set her down in the grass. Her eyes roll back and she's trying so hard to focus. You can tell she is so dizzy and rocked. I see a mark forming on her head. I scream at the house call 911!  I lay Claire back and run to the door and scream inside call 911! I hear my friend yelling the same thing. She's already on it. I go back to Claire and the driver is by her. We are a hot mess and looking Claire over trying to see if she's bleeding or misshapen in any way. I fear she's laying there dying. The driver just starts sobbing.... I know she's thinking the same thing. We are both sobbing. I grab her and hug her and tell her it's not her fault. It's going to be ok. She hugs me back and we cry... waiting. A policemen on a motorcycle pulls up. It seems like hours but only seconds have passed since the accident. 
More people show up. A lot is going on. A lot happened all at once. They checked her. She's just screaming and clinging to me, saying I don't want to see a doctor. She seems ok other than a few bumps. The ambulance shows up. They say there is no major urgency if we would like to just take her in ourselves. My brain is screaming at me HOW CAN SHE BE OK?! I just look around at the people surrounding me not knowing what to do or say. After more discussion I finally decide to take her in myself. Everyone makes sure I'm ok and they pack up and are gone in a flash. The police stay and take my statement. I'm holding a still screaming Claire. Chase shows up. He was working and I didn't think he would be able to get off, but he was there. In fact, I didn't even know he was called. He takes Claire. 
The driver comes over and we cling to each other and sob. We are so glad that she's ok. 
We are both mom's who just experienced a mother's worst nightmare together.
I'm so grateful that she was the driver. That she was paying attention. That she was driving slow because of all the kids. That she was able to slam on her breaks fast enough. That she was so kind and caring.

We gave Claire a priesthood blessing and then took her to the ER so she could get her head scanned.
She ate and drank and watched cartoons. She bossed the nurses and doctors around... "check my heartbeat" "check my eyes"
The scan came back ok.
We are home and safe.
She has a bump on her face right by her eye and a few small scratches and bruises. 
It could have been so much worse.
I feel so blessed that it wasn't.
I am still so amazed at how little she walked away with.
I'm still in shock.
I'm still crying.
I'm hoping that this will be the last that 2014 will throw at us.
for my sanity and for my children,
please let this be the worst of it.
 Chillin' with Daddy at the hospital he works at.

 Not even a truck could keep this little power house down.
She's amazing.
I want to be strong like Claire.

Monday, December 16, 2013

With Hope, The Odds Don't Matter

I've learned the importance of raising awareness. If nobody knows about it, then how can you receive or give help? 
Growing up with cousins who had cystic fibrosis was an easy way for me to become 'aware' of the illness. And now that my own daughter has it, I am even more 'aware' and I have an even greater desire to raise awareness about cystic fibrosis. 
Cancer seems to be something almost EVERYBODY knows about. I've lost so many.... too many, friends to this awful killer. Each one was different. Each 'Killer' was different and I became aware of them because they had taken someone from me. 
I hate cancer.

But..... I have learned the importance of awareness, and what a powerful tool this can be to even just one person. 

I have friends who have beat the odds with cancer. Because someone, started raising awareness, at one point. And through that more people started learning and helping and saving. 

In the cystic fibrosis community I have personally seen the changes and progress awareness has helped create. 

I recently became 'aware' of a different type of cancer I knew nothing about. I would like to share one survivor's beautiful story of hope. 

Her name is Heather. 
In 2005, at the age 36, and only 3 months after giving birth to her daughter, she was diagnosed with pleural mesothelioma. She knew she needed to find a way to beat the odds for her husband and newborn. 
Asbestos is not banned in the US, yet it’s the only known cause of mesothelioma. Once diagnosed, most patients die within 2 years.
It has been almost eight years and she has dedicated her life to spreading awareness of this awful 'killer.'

Please take a moment and click here to watch a short clip on her story..... Help us raise awareness.

Help us share hope.

With hope, the odds don't matter.

Monday, November 18, 2013

I am grateful for CF.... Wait?! What?!!

Yes that's right, I'm grateful for my daughter's disease that I despise with every fiber of my being. Makes no sense right?

Well, I had a really crappy appointment with Molly's CF Specialist this past friday. She seems to be doing ok but her weight gain was only and ounce and a half. Booooo. They aren't too worried about it but that wasn't even the tip of the scale this time. Remember how in my last post I mentioned my worry about insurance not covering her medications? Well.... So it begins. I've been using samples that they have been giving me and haven't needed to fill any perscriptions yet. Except her inhaler. She has been starting to get super 'rattly' in her lungs. Not horrible. But just more noticeable. I mentioned this to the Doc. She decided to be proactive and start her on pulmozyme. 

Here is a little info:
Pulmozyme® is an inhaled medication used to treat the symptoms of cystic fibrosis (CF). It helps thin the mucus in the lungs so people can cough it out more easily.

Pulmozyme, along with other CF therapies, improve lung function in people with CF. Taking Pulmozyme every day has also been shown to reduce the risk of lung (respiratory) infections.
Pulmozyme acts like “scissors” in the mucus. It cuts up the DNA strands outside the cell that can make CF mucus thick and sticky. This DNA is from the white blood cells that work to fight lung infections. Even if a person with CF has not had a lung infection, the white blood cell DNA is still in the mucus.

So a 'typical' CF treatment goes like this:
1. Bronchodilator - like albuterol inhaler
2. Mucus thinning medicines, like Pulmozyme
3. Airway clearance-like chest percussions
4. Inhaled antibiotics

Pulmozyme is something that is going to be part of her survival in life. Even with this drug, CF will continue to damage her lungs but this drug helps extend the health of her lungs. Well.... my insurance doesn't cover it. They don't even cover the machine (nebulizer/compressor) in order for her to take the drug. They also don't cover her vitamins. Common seriously. Vitamins people!!! I'm waiting to hear back to see if I get my 'special' approval. These are things she needs to survive. These things are not optional, and they aren't covered!!! This is wrong, and it's only the beginning. I.... We are going to be constantly battling 'the system' trying to get the things she needs for survival. 

As I was sitting there in the parking garage of the hospital, having just left their pharmacy empty handed, I just sat and cried. I was being slapped in the face, again, with the reality of CF. Its such an ugly, horrible, cow pie and bologna sandwich, stupid disease. I drove home with this dark cloud full of thunder and lightening, just hovering over me. How? What? How? Why? When? Why? What the heck? So many things storming in my mind. 

Wait.... And your grateful for CF?!

Why yes I am! Let me tell you why. 

I teach Relief Society in my ward and it was my week to teach. I had been going over my lesson but had been struggling with where to go with it. So I kept putting off writing it up. Saturday, I decided instead of staying home and working on my lesson I would go help my friend who was in desperate need. I love this girl. Seriously. She's an amazing mom and friend. She has some major trials going on and I was ever so happy to go and help, even just a little. I left her house that night feeling on top of the world. Serving had put some of my broken pieces of me back together. And what do you know... That's what my lesson was on. Doing good in the world. Serving one another spreads happiness. It makes the person your are serving happy and in turn it makes you happy. We get so wrapped up in ourselves sometimes and forget that the best way to be happy is by serving others. 

Our happiness increases when we help others find happiness.

We should have before us a strong desire to do good to others. Never mind so much about ourselves. Good will come to us all right if we keep our minds outside of ourselves to a certain extent, and try to make others happier and draw them a little nearer to the Lord. … When you find yourselves a little gloomy, look around you and find somebody that is in a worse plight than yourself; go to him and find out what the trouble is, then try to remove it with the wisdom which the Lord bestows upon you; and the first thing you know, your gloom is gone, you feel light, the Spirit of the Lord is upon you, and everything seems illuminated. -Teachings of Lorenzo Snow, Chapter 22
So what does this have to do with CF? I would've never learned this lesson if it wasn't

for my daughter's CF. I would have never noticed the difference in my happiness or how to get my broken pieces back together if it wasn't for the experience I had at the hospital the day before. I am being forced to grow, wether I like it or not, and it's because of my children. The Lord is working through them. Especially my sweet little Molly. I am grateful for Molly because she is a major blessing in my life and I wouldn't want her to be any different than she is now.

So yes..... I am grateful for Cystic Fibrosis.

Not even 3 months! She's such a strong little girl! 

Sunday, September 29, 2013

Sweet Memories

We blessed Molly today. It was such a sweet and special day. I was worried I was going to be an emotional wreck but I held it together. It was so awesome being surrounded by friends and family. I thought I would share a sweet little experience from the day. Chase did a wonderful job with her blessing and I felt at peace while he talked. After the meeting, as we were all walking out the door I was stopped by my bishop. He told me that while Chase was talking and said he blessed that she would be able to overcome and fight off any infections and illnesses, Molly opened her eyes and smiled. This melted my heart. I know that she will get sick eventually and it will probably get scary at times. But this little memory will be with me always and help me get through the burden of having to watch her fight. She is strong. She is a fighter. And she know's it.

Many people asked me who she looked like today. I think she mostly looks like Kael with touches of Claire. Here are some comparisons..... You be the judge.

 Molly's Birthday

 Claire's Birthday

Kael's Birthday

Molly One Week

Claire One Week

Kael One Week

 Molly's First Bath
Claire's Firtst Bath

Kael's First Bath
Molly One Month
Claire One Month
 Kael One Month
Kael's Blessing 2008

Claire's Blessing 2010

Molly's Blessing 2013

Tuesday, September 24, 2013

The Turning Point

We've reached a turning point in our lives... one that effects the entire family. Not so much a good thing but a turn we have to take. Molly was diagnosed with cystic fibrosis at only one week old. I'll never forget the moment when that devastating news was delivered. Molly had been up most the night and my sweet husband took her and the other kids and kept them busy while I grabbed some sleep before he had to leave for his morning class. He came in and gently woke me while he told me the doctor called and said Molly has CF. I bolted up and exclaimed, "What?!" Praying I had heard wrong. He repeated it again with sadness in his eyes. I broke down and sobbed because I knew this was a turning point. I knew that my poor little girl was going to have to fight for her life everyday. Nothing was going to be the same for her or anyone else in our little family. I have personally seen how this disease can consume a persons life and I didn't want my baby to have to go through this. Most of that day I just cried and felt sorry for Molly and the life she was going to have. The next day I decided that being sad wasn't going to help anybody. My kids needed their mom to be strong, especially Molly. We met with the her CF doctors at Phoenix Children's Hospital a couple days later started her on enzymes and vitamins. They made sure when we left there we understood what CF was, how it affected Molly and how to take care of her. I left there feeling overwhelmed but comforted. I know that this illness can be so ugly at times. But it can also be a great strength to her and she can go on to have a normal life. Cystic Fibrosis is a part of her and our lives now but it's not going to dictate who she is.

Molly has been my unique baby from day one. In the beginning, I had some spotting and thought I was going to miscarry. Then I had round ligament pain that was so awful that I went into the ER because I didn't know what it was. I made it the rest of the time with no more complications and felt pretty good. That ninth month I was so tired of being pregnant for sure but I wasn't completely miserable like I was with the others. We didn't know the gender of the baby so that was super exciting!! The day before I had her, I was having some contractions that were about 10-5 minutes apart. I knew they were real contractions but was still worried that they were going to go away like they had been doing. But they stuck around all day and into the night. I woke up that morning still having contractions and needed to use the restroom. I was lazy and didn't want to get out of bed yet. Can you blame me, it was 5am. Still in a fog, I felt a 'pop' then a small gush. I thought, "oh crap, I think my water just broke!" I sat up and more 'gush'.... Oh yeah, I definitely think it broke. I ran to the bathroom, still thinking it might just be me peeing my pants. Sat down on the toilet and BIG gush. Yup that would be the rest of the 'water' so I hollered at Chase from the bathroom that my water had broke. He bolted out of bed and started getting ready. I was kind of disappointed because my other labors were so long and I didn't want to sit at the hospital forever again. I noticed now that my contractions were getting stronger and closer together. I figured I would take a shower, get ready then call the doctor. I called my mom to arrange to drop off the kids then I finally called the doctor. She of course said that she wanted me to go in and check to make sure the baby was doing ok with the contractions. I still took my time but noticed that the contractions were getting pretty strong. Once we were finally loaded up to go I was having a hard time breathing through the contractions so we rushed to my mom's to drop off the kids. My mom took one look at me during a contraction and said you better get your butt to the hospital. She knew I was going to try and do this drug-free but I was having a hard time and it had only been an hour since my water broke. We hurried on our way, but when we got to the freeway it was packed with traffic. I was trying so hard to focus and breath through the pain. I was doing ok until about halfway there. I told Chase I don't know if I was going to be able to handle another 10 hours of this pain. About five minutes from arriving at the hospital I could feel the baby moving into my pelvis and the contractions were now about 45 seconds to a minute apart. I was in transition but didn't know it. I was crying telling Chase there is no way I'm doing this drug-free. I was panicking and not handling the contractions well. I thought I was going to hinder my body from progressing and I knew I was causing myself more pain by not staying calm. As we pulled up to the door I told him just to park by the door so we could run in, I was just finishing a contraction and wanted to get in there before another one came. As soon as we got to the front desk another whopper hit and I dropped to the floor. Trying to rock my hips and keep calm. I could hear people in the waiting room shouting encouragements because they knew I was in the zone. Poor Chase didn't know what to do, he didn't want to leave me but knew we needed to grab somebody quick. I just told him go get somebody. A doctor walked over and asked what I needed, Chase ran up and said they were coming with a wheelchair. My contraction finished and they helped me up. I said screw the wheelchair just get me to the room. So we waddled to the room and I asked to get in the shower. They said no because they needed to check me and monitor me to see what was going on. I just kept thinking I still have forever I just need to shower to calm myself down. They got me on the bed and checked me real quick between contractions, I was at an eight. I asked for drugs and they said no. Then I begged for a shower and the kept saying they needed to monitor me longer. I had one nurse who yelled at me the whole time trying to tell me what to do and I just yelled back and told her no. She wanted me to just lay on the bed while they tried to hook me up to everything. That was not going to happen!! The other nurse I had was wonderful and she stayed calm and let me do my thing. She told me things to help me focus and worked with me. They kept trying to do my Hep-loc but my contractions were so close together that they were worried I was going to blow it. Finally they got it in but I started feeling pushy. They panicked and told me how to breath through it because the doctor still wasn't there and I would lay down so they could check me again. Finally the doctor showed up and she checked me between a contraction and said I was a ten. Because I had begged for some kind of pain relief they were waiting for the "epidural doctor" to come but he was still wasn't there. My doctor said I was ready let's turn over and start pushing this baby out. This whole time I felt like my brain was no longer with my body. But some how I was able to focus enough to lay down and start pushing. I just remember the contractions were awful but the pushing was such a relief. I just tried so hard to focus on my pushing because that was all I could do. I pushed for 20 minutes and the epidural guy finally showed up. He was no longer needed, I was doing it. I was still in disbelief. But I was pushing my baby out. I finally got her head out and they said one more push and your done. As they pulled her up, I opened my eyes and saw her for the first time. I saw that she was a girl and shouted that out. Everybody laughed and said they forgot to check. They confirmed she was a girl and laid her on me. I was still in such a daze and could not believe that I didn't end up with surgery! She was a tiny 6lbs 9oz and 18 inches long. She looked just like her brother. I looked at the clock and she was born at 8:57am. a mere 4 hours of labor and only an hour and a half of it was at the hospital. It was a crazy intense experience but totally worth it.

I got to be there for her first moments, joking around with my awesome nurses, watching her get her first bath and talking with my honey. We called all the family and let them know we had a girl. We thought about what we should name her and then decided on Molly Jean. 24 hours later I was checking out and on our way home.

Here we are almost a month later and life has changed drastically. Life with a newborn is busy but add in the CF and it makes it even busier. Before every feeding I have to give her enzymes with applesauce, I have to make sure she gets salt each day and extra vitamins. This last week, we started doing her percussions. Once she's a little older we will need to add in the breathing treatments.

Life with a CF baby has been crazy but I wouldn't change it for the world. We love our little miss Molly and are so excited to see her grow.

First Bath

With Dr Sally

Meeting her big brother for the first time

Girl Power

Family of FIVE!

Big sister

Best Friends

First bottle

One Week Old

First Bath

First Story-kid wanted to read a story to her

Two Weeks Old

Three Weeks Old

Tiniest percussor I've ever seen!!

First matching outfit - We love minnie mouse!!

Last Summer Swim

FHE at the temple

So glad that families are forever!!