cysticfibrosismom

I'm just a regular mom, figuring out life with my daughter Sophia, who has cystic fibrosis.Take this journey with me.


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Moment in Time

Peacefully asleep, dreaming of warm summer days, dreaming of the day I get to sleep in, dreaming of a hundred things that are just beyond my grasp. Thud-thud-thud-thud-thud…. “wha’s tha’?” I think groggily to myself. One heavy eyelid opens slowly to assess the situation. Little boy silently standing next to my bed, staring at me. After the “creepy, how long has he been there” thought passes through my foggy brain, I think “wow, he’s adorable,” just as he scrambles into my bed and snuggles in beside me. I can see the curl of a smile on his lips as he scrunches his eyes closed. In this moment, the “parent-y” side of me wants to march him back to bed and tell him not to get out until the sun is shining. The “human-y” side of me puts my arms around him and holds him close, curls my mouth into a smile, and scrunches my eyes closed. How many more precious moments like this will I have before he’s “too big” for snuggles? I don’t know, so I’d better hold onto this moment in time.


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The Space-time Continuum

The days really do seem to be passing by fast. I’m pretty sure I haven’t aged in the past 15 years, so I can’t quite believe that in that time I’ve completed an Undergrad degree, a Masters degree, met and married the man of my dreams, and had 2 kids… who are already 5 and 3. The only hint of my increasing age is a few wrinkles, a few extra pounds, a few extra months to get over injuries, and this rapidly aging family of mine.

Seriously, how do I slow down time? Sophia has a wiggly tooth. I think I’m probably the only parent EVER to have a child with her first wiggly tooth, and I’m SO excited about it. Something about shedding temporary childhood and entering permanent adulthood. Until I experienced this excitement first-hand, I would have thought that I would be, at best, a little grossed out by bloody teeth falling out and being replaced by presents under a pillow.

As if that wasn’t enough excitement, Sophia also started riding a bike without training wheels! Away she goes, independently riding down the street, wind blowing her hair, big smiles and a few scraped up knees and elbows.

As the years go by, all I can hope is that the thread of love that binds us together never gets frayed or worn.

I’m going to go and give her a big hug.


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Creature in the Night

Once upon a time, there lived a fairly unremarkable family. Mom, dad, 2 kids, and a dog. They went about their business in the usual fashion. Household chores, work, school, extracurricular activities, 3 square meals per day. The morning sun peaked through the front window, beaming onto shiny hair and sparkling eyes. The ticking clock marked the time, keeping them on schedule.

Through winter months, mom dreams of the warm breeze and green grass. Dad dreams of powder-covered slopes. The children dream of snowmen and snowball fights. Days pass and days get longer. Their imaginations occupy the drearier moments of each passing hour.

For children, imaginations can take you anywhere. Puppies are queens, ponies are princesses, and they’re going to the ball. Blankets can talk to us and give us hugs. Monkeys make funny faces and share their toys with us. Imaginations can also get carried away. To dark places with scary music. The age of 2.5 has brought creepiness into our home.

When Sophia was 2.5, she heard noises. ¬†With her pale skin and messy hair, she would look at me with haunted eyes and whisper ‘what’s that noise coming from behind the wall?’ At night she would wake up scared and crying, eyeing the walls suspiciously. Aside from hoping that my child wasn’t possessed, I hoped she would learn to sleep through the night again. We spent several months tired and bleary-eyed.

Simon, just now 2.5, has started telling me about ‘the ghosts’ in his room. Upon further questioning, I find that they are ‘bad, not good’ ghosts, and that there are several of them travelling through his room at any given moment. Sometimes they hide in his closet, come down from the attic, and sleep under his bed. With an expansive and dramatic sweep of his arm, he says ‘don’t you see ALL the scary ghosts, mommy?’

Sigh. I guess we all have our inner demons and flights of fancy to contend with. Sometimes I think I hear sounds too. And they wake me up. In my half-lucid state, I may believe it’s a noise coming from behind the wall. I may see bad ghosts floating behind my heavy-lidded eyes. This sound makes me feel panicky. My heart races when I hear it. Anxiety stabs me awake. When I strain to hear it again, it’s gone, and I’m left with my husband’s snoring. My ‘scary sound’ is not coming from something paranormal. It’s from something strangely normal in our house. And it’s coming from the next room. Sometimes my imagination becomes my reality. And I’d rather it stay hidden behind the wall.¬†