Our last couple of months in pics....

And that is what we have been up to. I guess its called life. We think of everyone often and hope you all are doing tremendous!

This post could be what i need to get back in the game!

Talk to you all soon.
Chris.

Let's Walk It Out

http://emmaswalk.blogspot.com/

Paralyzed

Last week i travelled to Vancouver to attend a sales meeting at our head office. It was really nice to go back there. It is such an amazing world out there. There is no comparison to how life is out there and how it is out here.
I met up with a cousin of mine and my Aunt. I used to hang out with them often when i did my tour out there about 10 -15 years ago. The only care or responsibilities i had those days were to make sure i don't poop my pants, eat when hungry, and don't fall down when walking. Pretty care free days.
Fast forward to now. I know have a great job where people rely on me daily. I have gotten myself married and produced two girls. I have investments, two cars, and underwear with out any holes in them. So granted...things have changed a little since the last time i saw them.
I stayed the evening at their house. Caught up on a few things. One of the main focuses was with Emma and her diabetes. We talked and talked like we used to.
The next morning my aunt gave me a ride to the airport, and on the way we stopped in at the IHOP. The good ol' IHOP.
We continued to talk about life. Talk about Emma. Talk about the monster.
My aunt asked me straight up "what is the thing that scares you the most with Emma and her diabetes?".
Everything seemed to have stopped for that moment. It halted, life stopped, nothing mattered. I couldn't say another word. I was too busy stopping everything that was happening around me to vividly visualize the single most thing that scares me to no end.
My eyes glazed over as i pictured Emma running around at recess in grade 5. Happy as ever. Laughing. Running. Laughing. Imagining. Happy.
Then the first time she is ridiculed, teased, and taunted. The first time she is deliberately hurt. When they do this because of her diabetes.
I was paralyzed. I could not muster the words to tell her what scares me the most. I do not think i had to. I think she knew.
But i said it. It hurt to say it. Just as much as it hurts to think it. I am scared. because i know i cannot make it better.

Life is Good

Two months ago when we were discharged from the hospital with Anna seemed to be a very defining moment that would dictate the next 60 days and would suggest the next 6,000 days as well. Emma has been potty trained since about a month or so before her diagnoses. We contribute not knowing about her diabetes to the success fullness of how well she was trained. Since she had to go potty every hour she was getting good at it. We did think it was just a novelty and what the hell did we know we have never had to potty train anyone else. Almost like having a 12 pound baby. We knew no different. Any way the day Anna was born Emma peed her pants 5 times that day. So with that we knew this was not going to be like bringing home Emma 3 years ago. Sure she very well could have been high. Sure she could have been very jealous. Sure she could have been rebelling and maybe peeing on the floor we would have to leave this new baby at the hospital and everything would be like it was just hours ago. So onto the next scene of Emma's wet pants and panties hanging off the end of the diaper bag, with Emma wrapped with one of the Hospital blankets around her bottom and tucked into her parka. As i peered around the door to the nurses station making sure none of them saw us "Borrowing" their blanket then continuing to give mom the all clear sign just like the marines do so in all the movies. But a quick painless get away it wasn't. At this point Emma is draped over my shoulder with her back arched like a 3 year olds can only be arched looking at the nurses upside down waving and yelling "Byeeee Everybody" (Like the crack doctor in Simpson's withe the European accent). Following us is mom shuffling as fast as she can behind us, sh.sh....sh.sh....sh.sh..go her slippers carrying the car seat with an 11 pound new born and a bottle of hand lotion that we decided that we liked more than the hospital. This scene carries on through the lobby and through the revolving doors to our waiting fam van in -30 degree winter squall. Of course we have every ones attention at this point. And it is obvious that this blanket needs to be taken off for the car seat to buckle up. So with Emma half naked, me sweating profusely, Mom shuffling through the ice in her slippers, and Anna sound asleep i knew this car ride home is going to change our lives as we know it. And it did. And i love it.
If you could sit through that video there was something really special about it. Not the fact that she is the most amazing big sister. Nor the fact that she is so gentle and loving with her. But i had to take that video today because that is Emma. That is Emma without that fucking monster wearing her down. Without it eating at her making her cry, making her pee, making her say and do things that she is not. Her numbers have been spectacular lately. And when they are all in line like that we get Emma day in day out. Sure she is still 3 but an Emma 3. Does that make sense? We still struggle day in day out with this. It tears us up and it tears us down. You would think we would forget about it for a minute here and there but we dont. We think of it more when we should not think of it. It is there. It breaks my heart. Every new stage of her life it is there. Goddammit. why does it have to be there?
We are going to walk for Emma and everyone else in June. But besides the walking please pray for us. Please pray for all of the little ones that live with this as we do. Donate and walk with us on June 8th. Your prayers, efforts, and donations will be heard.

...if Diabetes could...

If Diabetes could play the trumpet...this is how it would look and sound.

My Turn

Ok it is my turn...

Emma said Fuck yesterday. And when we asked her what did she say. She looked away and said "FUCKY".

It took EVERYTHING we had not to piss ourselves after she left the room.

Diabetes blows.

Supersister

Emma,
Thank you for letting Dada post about me on your blog. So far you have been a really great big sister. I love it especially when you hold me on the couch. But it is too bad that your arms get sore so quickly (psst...don't worry i will not tell them about the booger you wiped on the cushion). Also when you touch my head with your hands to gently i know that you are there and care for me.
I have seen you get your finger poked and blood comes out. Then Momma and Dada talk about it. But they always give you hugs after they talk about it. I am not sure what that is all about yet, but i know you will tell me when I am ready. I hope that you tell me a lot of stuff. Even stuff that they do not know about.
I like playing with you. It seems like you have practiced or something before i came home. You know exactly what to say and do to me. You are amazing just like Mommy and Dada say. I think those needles you get everyday are superpowers that only big sisters get. I am lucky. Now lets go dress Dada up like a princess.

Estrogen

All is well at home. I now have three girls that live under my roof. I really like the sounds of that. But just like anything that surely has two sides to it. The best part of it is that I HAVE TWO GIRLS. The flip side of that is I HAVE TWO GIRLS. Oh my. It is incredible how quickly life changes. How intensely your feelings toward others has grown stronger and more complex.

Having a new born is really easy. Because we have done it before. We are much more relaxed and go with the flow much more than we did with Emma.

The hardest part is having a new born with a 3 year old. Now this is like nothing we could have imagined before. We tried. We thought. We figured. But nothing close to the dynamic we have now. But you know what...i would not trade it for ANYTHING in this entire world.

Emma has grown so much this past 3 days. I lift her up and i am instantly carrying a very big little girl in every sense of the word. I talk to her like i am talking to a 13 year old. She gets everything. She is by far the glue in this house lately.

She is humbling to me. Humbling to the effect that i have reverted back to my basics as a Father. I lover her for that.

As for little Anna. Well she poops. Oh lord does she poop. No mistake there that she is mine. And yes she is the most adorable little creature you could every lay eyes on. I am excited for her. She sleeps. My neck gets sore for starring at her sleeping, something i may not do when she is 14. That would just be creepy. She cries. I love her cry (for now). It is so soothing to me. I feel like everything is ok when she cries. Especially when she opens her mouth giving us all a "holla" and seeing her thin little tongue quiver and her cheeks glow a bright red, so adorable.

God has blessed us.