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Hope, Peace and Love

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Welcome to 2018 with A Cup of Heather! Thankful for starting this blog and getting to share with all of you!

Our family
My BFFs

∧ Party on the top ∧                          ∨ Christmas morning on the bottom ∨

Love these moments
Matchy fam
My cup overfloweth!

Our Christmas was nothing short of magical. All of our people came for our annual party, we attended an awesome Christmas Eve service at the church we’ve been attending since our move, and Christmas was so perfect with our family and watching our two little blessings enjoy the day. Post Christmas I surprised the girls with a going away party with their friends from their old school. Rollerskating, donuts and friends = fun!

We also had a great, chill, and most yummy New Years Eve with some of our besties, who is also a ridiculously kick butt chef, Chef Sam!

So we are post move, mostly settled (some minor things always pop up as it does with all homeowners), post Christmas, post New Years, and pre seven month RV trip. You may ask, what are you doing with your downtime? <Insert evil witch cackling laugh in response to “downtime”> During our time in-between major life events, our eldest daughter, Natalie, had major surgery one week ago today.

Natalie was diagnosed with minor hearing loss by accident while they were trying to see if her speech developmental delay was due to physical issues. Long story short, they’re not related. Her speech therapist at her old school was a blessing to our family in so many ways. She exhausted all of her insane amount of talent and tools and told us to pursue an ENT to scope her, again, to check her soft palate. We did as recommended and following her third and painful, and as Natalie calls them “annoying”, unsuccessful scope later and I dropped Natalie off at school after that appointment and went home and ugly cried for a long time.

I was so frustrated for Natalie and the fact that we live in the New York area and couldn’t find a doctor to give us the answers we needed or, at the very least, not waste our time. After seven years of speech therapy, three speech therapists, 5 ENTs, 4 painful scopes, we decided to go to the best of the best, to the ones with the answers, and went to the Children’s Hospital of Philadelphia. I was done with the nonsense!

After going on the CHOP website I smiled after two minutes because they had a whole clinic devoted to what we thought Natalie might have, Velopharyngeal Dysfunction (VPD). Even the secretary knew what I was saying. It was like angels singing and I was finally feeling like I wasn’t losing my mind. The downside, it took four months to get an appointment because the clinic only meets once a month. When we did go, it was WELL worth it!

They had answers for everything, everyone was friendly and warm which made Natalie feel good, they knew what they were doing, no questions went unanswered or were even met with a pause, and everything they were doing was explained to all of us. Before we left the team met and reconvened with us and we had a plan ahead of us that we felt confident with and made full sense. We were on the road to recovery!

One adenoids surgery (to get them out-of-the-way for last weeks surgery only), one crazy blood work/pre-op appointment where Natalie’s heart rate wouldn’t get to normal from nerves and took two hours, four days of knowing the surgery was not pre-certified by the insurance company until we knew it was (aka the day before scheduled surgery at 1:30pm), one wake up at 3:30am to make our 7:00am arrival time, and a 9:00am, hour and half surgery later and here we are.

Natalie’s VPD surgeon, Dr Oksana Jackson, is so confident and knowledgeable that the moment they wheeled my baby away on the table, I didn’t worry that anything would go wrong but just shed tears wishing I could be with her. The overwhelming amount of joy when Dr Jackson walked into the waiting room a long hour and half later and told us that the surgery went as expected! Post-op Natalie took a bit longer to come too than last time and was in a lot more pain. The days following were much harder than we expected also. Natalie is a big eater and the extreme pain of swallowing was getting in the way. It was sad and exhausting watching her struggle so much. She smiled through it all!

Post-op Day 2
Honored to be her Mamma <3

Back to homeschoolingAs of yesterday she really made quit a big turn in her recovery and thankfully is down to one pain med, finding eating a bit easier, and smiling even more. The soft food diet for three weeks is getting old quick, especially being a big eater, but she knows as long as she follows it she’ll heal faster. My rule-follower is right on track to recovery and, to her dismay, back to homeschooling. (Check out my new light fixture…love!)

We are keeping busy the past few days getting ready for our seven month road trip!img_7842-1 I even cracked the Instant Pot out of the box to get acquainted before the trip. Apparently it is the answer to all RVers prayers.I am also super excited that along our way, we get to celebrate Shaun’s 40th and my BFF, Dani’s, 40th together! Hammans + Pieklos = LOVE!

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T-Minus FIVE days until we are on the road!

Are we packed? No

Are we organized? No

Have we started getting ready? Yes

Are we going to have memories to last a lifetime? Yes

Will there be Target and Camping World stores along the way? Yes

Well then, I guess we are ready to go!!!

 

 

 

Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. (1 Peter 3:15)

Not Settling

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Don’t let the title of this blog post confuse you. We are positively settling, but not for less, just into more. This house is so warm and already wrapping its arms around us in a way that is hard to imagine anywhere else. Although a bump in the road, the delay in closing and life in boxes longer than anticipated, has really been a blessing by pushing me into a place of contentment at closing time, which was yesterday.

Throughout the week I can’t say I felt as much complacency as I do now. After Natalie, my oldest, was born I experienced some severe postpartum. After Brie, my second, was born I had it again but was slightly more prepared. This move has made me feel like my first postpartum in some ways. The feelings that progressed were unexpected, intense, numbing, and ultimately confusing.

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Just me & my girls

After we slept in the new house for the first time I didn’t feel any different. It was a similar feeling to waking up in a vacation house. The boxes stayed packed and we were living out of luggage in the days following because the rooms weren’t painted, the closets weren’t finished, and the floors were not completed. Some great news for everyone reading, the floors are finished! The master closet is also finished! And we are working on the painting epidemic but it’ll happen along with a lot of electrical work. With a lot left to do and we are all thankfully comfortable with a slow settling, we haven’t had anyone over yet and probably won’t for a few more weeks. Just us living and melding into our new space.

In my life I have not moved a lot and so I connect myself emotionally and physically to my home. Our last house, was all our daughters knew, the place our second daughter came home to from the hospital, where our first daughter was potty trained, the place they both learned to swim, every room filled with firsts, some lasts, and a lot of in-betweens. It’s a chapter in our life that has happened and we’re supposed to move on from. Not easy! There’ll be times in the future where Shaun and I will say “remember when” referring to memories in our last home like it was yesterday but the girls, being still so young, won’t remember and these thoughts throw me. The circular motion of bleakness to excitement haven’t stopped for the past week. I hope that the girls’ best and more memorable moments are to come, in this house, and last with them forever.

Family room and kitchen floors during reno, post, and pre-cleaning but still gorg!

Tuesday I started homeschooling the girls. The one major lesson I have learned already is that we have to set boundaries during our homeschool time. Such as, I don’t answer the phone during this time. Monday we played hookie while the floors were being finished and we got errands done, like cleaning the old house and returning our snowboard equipment from last season. Tuesday after homeschooling we caught up with some friends (picture below) at a Girl Scout event at Curly’s Ice Cream. As you can see below, they had so much fun! We are now three days into homeschooling and we are loving it! The decision not to start the girls in a new school mid-year and to live out my dream to home school them seemed to just fall into our laps with our move timeline.

The girls are still involved in their regular gymnastics class, we’re checking out our local library (which we didn’t have one of before) and so much more is keeping us in tune with the rest of the world. We women in my family normally hibernate come cold weather so our slight exclusion from the world is not abnormal for this time of the year anyway. Honestly, everything couldn’t have fallen more into place thank God.

Here’s pictures of Day 2 of homeschooling…in pjs!

Brie 1st Home School Day

 

So, to summarize my chaos of feelings, it’s all bittersweet. The good memories, neighbors/neighborhood, life we had in our old house was beyond amazing and beautiful. However, our new house, home, is nuzzling us and bringing us a different kind of joy. Our family is growing in time together and different kinds of experiences with a future that is so wide open and promising!

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Our neighbors (Whitney, top left, was 9 when we moved in and now she is 16; Cole is 14 yesterday and was 6 when we moved in; Natalie, bottom left was 2 and 3/4 when we moved in and is now 10; Brie was 4 weeks from being born and is now 7+)