Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Little Miss has yet another piece of equipment...but this one might be our fav so far.  It's just a 'souped up' chair that she can't fall out of and can't tip.  At least it's functional and she likes it (in short spurts).  The downsides are that it's heavier than a 2 ton elephant and it takes up a bunch of room. Oh, and it's not as easy as it should be to get that tray on and off.  Also, it must be filled with gold, considering the sticker price (have I mentioned lately how thankful we are for insurance?).  But, other than that.....:) it's great.

Seriously though, we are glad for it.  It's all adjustable, so it will grow with her and can be rolled around when needed.  It's always a bit of a *gulp* moment when she gets something 'new'.  In our minds, it sounds great and we are so excited before it arrives, because, since Lilah isn't mobile, she spends most of her day being moved from 'place to place'.  The bigger she gets, the fewer safe places she has.  Anyway, once the equipment arrives, it always seems so medical, serious, big, sad, sterile.  And it always takes me awhile to get used to it, and I want to kick myself for being such a brat.

Because I should be, and I am, thankful.  Thankful that this precious soul was born into a home that could provide for all that she needs to make her life as full and comfortable as possible.  Thankful that she doesn't have to go without food or medicine.  Thankful that I don't have to send her to daycare.  I know this is not the case in many families in our situation.  And it is a blessing I do not want to take for granted.

1 comment:

Elizabeth Myatt said...

Sweet momma Gina. She looks really cute in it! Love chairs in pic! Send me house Picts!