Well, it was a weekend, alright. A weekend plus two weekdays even. And while I can't exactly call it bad, because it had its redeeming moments...that's about all they were, moments.
The roads were pretty lousy there and back, which is to be expected when you're driving in the winter.
My focus was not on food , but I did manage to only eat 1 piece of pizza at one meal and ordered a salad at another. Could have been much worse.
My especially favorite part of the weekend is when Nate started throwing up all over my sister's house on Sunday and then Brian succumbed to the same whatever it was a few hours later. Which meant that we couldn't get out to do much that we needed to do (ok, wanted, but whatever). It also meant that I was stressed for the rest of the weekend that Finny or myself would also get sick during her appointments on Tuesday. And I hardly slept. Which left me pretty tired to say the least.
Finn's appointments were fine. Pretty much what was expected. The genetics doc (who was very nice and thoughtful) told us that she didn't see anything obvious that would be gene related, but there were a few things worth checking out and sent us for a blood test, a previously difficult thing for Finn. Thankfully, the tech got all the blood she needed on the first try with only a little bit of screaming from Finn. That was a relief. I'm told that some of the tests can take up to 6 months to come back. But I'm not even going to think about it. I'm not even going to research what she's being tested for. I'm not interested. Except I did look up the one that her pediatrician thought it may be, but didn't tell me. And I don't like it. Not one bit. So, I'm not even going to name it here, because it probably isn't it. If the test comes back positive for it, then I will likely fall apart completely and take a very long time to recover. So, I will not look into the other ones and I will focus on next week's neurologist's appointment instead.
Finleigh took her first unaided steps while we were away. It was pretty exciting, really. Except somehow, I don't really feel excited. So unexcited that I forgot to tell my mom when I was on the phone with her last night. It's like I've become numb in all things related to Finn's health and development. I figured I'd be more excited. Maybe it's because taking a couple steps doesn't exactly equal walking yet. Maybe it's because I've learned not to get my hopes up too high so they don't get too crushed. Or maybe it's just because I'm so tired.
And that, my friends, is that.