So much to do, so little time!
My friend, Alison, took us to a play group at the local rec center on Monday. We had so much fun! We found out that the baby/toddler room, which had slides and climbing things, and all sorts of cool places to go, is always free- it was SO cool! Most of the ladies that went had other kids who were a little older, but almost everyone had a baby around Piper’s age. She was certainly the smallest, by far (they were laughing that almost all the other kids, between 6 and 10 months, were about 22-25 pounds), but arguably the cutest. Not that I’m biased or anything. EI in our state doesn’t offer group therapy until they’re a year old, and they’re starting to not offer it any more because of budgetary issues (good ol’ Colorado’s supreme lack of moolah…), so I’d really like to find some groups to play with. I’m always jealous when I see the baby play groups that lots of other Ds kiddos get to play in; this could be a good substitute, I guess. Not quite the same thing, but at least it’s something!
Today was super busy, and poor Piper (and poor Mom) had to be toted through all of it with me. I had to go to a meeting at work first thing this morning, so Luke dropped Piper off at Mom’s. I got done with my meeting on one side of town and drove down to pick up Mom and the baby. We drove to the other side of town, dropped them off at the mall, and I went a little further for another meeting for work. The meeting took about twice as long as I had hoped it would, so I ran back to the mall, picked them up, and drove to still another side of town to take Piper to her follow-up with the surgeon. Piper did great! Certainly better than I did…
After multiple traffic jams, road closures, and me biting my lip to prevent expletives slipping through, we finally made it to P/SL, on time, barely. We are, officially, done with Dr. Kay and the surgeon’s office. Piper looked great, and we have no need to go back, ever, to see her. Woohoo! Although they did ask for pictures now and again. I feel like we owe a lot to them—they’ve done a lot for our little girl over the past year (I can’t believe it’s been almost a year since we met them for the first time), and it feels a little odd to write off a doctor. Not that I’m complaining, mind you, it’s just weird. Good weird. Weird that we’re moving on.