Valor is really looking forward to the day he can open up the presents that are starting to appear under the tree. He massages and rearranges them every day, so I don’t know what kind of shape they’ll be in by Christmas. He’s not the only one around here who is longing to know what next week will bring.
We are very relieved to announce that No. 5 has survived to 11 weeks, 5 days.
Valor got really pumped about Halloween this year. We walked around the neighborhood the week before to see the “Halloween scenes,” as Valor calls them, on people’s porches. I thought seeing the “scary” things in the daytime would help prepare him for the night of trick-or-treating.
Valor is big enough now that I feel like he needs to brush his teeth nightly, even on vacations. So I got him a toothbrush holder for our upcoming trip to the mountains with the Lis. Unfortunately that meant I could no longer fit all his toiletries into their little, battered ziplock bag.
We were a couple days away from “pulling the trigger” when a new discovery brought us up short.
Thank you to everyone who prayed for the test results from Carolina Grace and our appointment with the hi-risk doc. The results came in, so I met with Dr. L. and a geneticist Monday, fully prepared to hear them say, “I’m sorry, but we will just never know why this happened.”
But that’s not what they said.