With her right hand. I hope if I write these things down it will burn forever in my mind's eye - as I never have the camera when Hallmark card moment comes calling. Claire and her Daddy and Hannah were walking out to the car to head to day care, and Hannah wanted to wave goodbye to me, but found her strong hand occupied with her juice cup, so she thought about stuffing her cup under her weak arm to free her hand to wave, and I called out "wave with Righty," and she did, and I clapped, and she smiled and all is almost right with the world. And when I got inside and called out my goodbyes, I cried again. Again! Right with the world would be she never had to work so hard to get there, but holy shit is that girl amazing me, every, every day. Jo, dear Jo, commented here - the MRI of Hannah's brain is not a map of her future. It doesn't say anything about her learning to wave goodbye or blow kisses with her right hand, or extraordinary flirting skills. On these points, that damn test is curiously silent.
Mother of two, step-mom to two more. Married. Work in the theatre of the absurd, behind the curtain, and pulling the strings. First daughter was a preemie, new Baby has MCADD, or Medium Chain Acyl-CoA Dehydrogenase Deficiency (Mighty Crappy Aggravating Disorder) and mild Cerebral Palsy, because the fun never stops around here. Foggy mind. If I wore a button it would say: Lose mind now, Ask me how! Things you might find here: bits and pieces of fluff about babies with wacky disorders, mommying, knitting very slowly, and stuff I don't say at work. If you want to send me free stuff just email me at gingerbblog at gmail.