Meagan also had a follow up with her eye surgeon. Dr. B did a thorough exam, including dilation. He did each test with and without Meagan's glasses. After the appointment he came in to talk to us. He said we can officially say "goodbye" to Meagan's glasses. He explained that the glasses had served an important purpose over this last year, and did what he hoped they would for her vision. As it stands now, though, they won't do any more for her vision. It is time to officially say "goodbye" to the glasses. That said, he also told us the eye surgery he talked about being possibility will in fact end up being a reality in the near future to help her eyes be the best they can be so she keeps her improved vision. We go back next week for new measurements so he can be as accurate as possible for surgery, and then set up a surgery date. It was a happy and sad moment for me. While I'm very thankful the glasses served a purpose for Meagan, I am going to miss them. As with anything else she has had to use to grow and thrive, they have been a part of her this past year. They have been her "look" and were a significant part of her first year. I will miss that cute "chicken little" face! But on we look to surgery for a new step in vision improvement. I'm thankful to God we had the glasses to help her along the way, so I guess, although we say "goodbye" to her cute little pink frames, we are "graduating" to a new place in Meagan's vision.
If you knew me with my oldest, you would know I did not even like the idea of nursing. I was very misinformed, uneducated, and plain and simple stubborn about it. I will never forget... my dear dad even brought a breast pump to the hospital trying to encourage me, and I flat out rejected it. How ironic that a pump would become my lifeline to Meagan years later. As I had more children, and I got to know other moms, I grew. I grew in understanding, in knowledge, and in experience. I nursed my second, third and fourth child, and each time, it was a little easier, and more enjoyable. Then came my pregnancy with Meagan. I knew she would probably be our "last" (unless God has a pleasant surprise planned for us), so I just knew I would nurse "one last time."
Meagan's diagnosis changed all of that however. The more research I did, and the more stories I read, I knew it was going to be a big toss up whether Meagan would be able to nurse. I learned a lot, gathered information from other wonderful Hydro moms, and then waited. I was ok with whatever outcome we had as far as feeding went. I was comfortable with whatever we had to do to get Meagan healthy, home, and thriving.
When Meagan was in her first weeks, I began to seriously doubt we would cross the nursing bridge. And that was ok... I was well prepared. Eating ended up being a huge struggle for Meagan....which accounted for a large part of her NICU stay. I finally got sick of her being away from me for just eating issues, and worked with (er... pushed) the nurses and doctors to get her home on a feeding tube. During those weeks, as many other moms had advised me to do, I pumped. It was awful. And a pain. And annoying. With their guidance and support, however, I did it.
When Meagan came home on her feeding tube, I planned to keep pumping. But it did get trying. And time consuming. I started to see an end to the process and was ready to give in. Then, one night, Meagan woke up and cried. She cried a different cry. Being my fifth child, I just knew that cry. It was "Mom, I'm hungry!" It made no sense to me because she was being fed through her tube, as always, but something had changed. Why and how, I have no clue. But it just did. I remember vividly picking her up that night to attempt to feed her. We'd been working vigorously with the bottle and she started to improve. I was so exhausted, though, after a few seconds I decided to just put her to me and see what she did. I didn't want to walk downstairs and fix a bottle... and I was craving some snuggles with my girl who had been away from me for so long. Miraculously, and surprisingly, she latched right on and nursed. I remember sitting there in shock and also disbelief... was I so tired I was imagining this? Or was this really happening?
Meagan never looked back after that night. Ironically, the one child whom I thought I'd never nurse, and couldn't feed for 6 weeks, ended up nursing the longest of any of my girls. My others had self weaned around 10 months, and now here was Meagan, weaning at 16 months old. While I'm glad she is showing some independence, and some typical tendencies of being ready to move on from our nursing relationship, I am also sad. It has been such a struggle with her from the beginning, and this was one of our accomplishments together. It was one of our successes along a very bumpy road, and one that gave us great joy and many quality hours together. I'm so happy we have finally found a way for Meagan to gain some weight, but I will definitely miss those snuggling moments. Her hand gently tapping my chest. Those eyes looking at me so sweetly. The feeling that with all her challenges, we had something that was just ours together. Something we did, and no one else.
So here's to you Meagan on your little steps of "growing up." I will surely miss some of those sweet moments we shared, but I knew new exciting ones will come to fill the void. Mommy is so proud of you.