Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Under a painted sky.....

Last Sunday began Paloma's week of hell.....
We were just about to meet some friends at the movies when Paloma threw up.

No big deal, babies do those sorts of things.
Then while driving Paloma began to cry. Paloma only cries in the car if it is dark....i pulled over to check on her, immediately she started to projectile vomit and choke. I grabbed her entire car seat and tipped it forward so that she could breath, babies throw up, but not like this......my mommy gut said ER, but i wanted to check with another famous mommy gut....my sister.

Our mommy guts agreed.

Paloma had a very dramatic entrance to the ER. I ran with her in my arms as fast as i could, trying to be careful....it took everything in me not to yell out for help. She could not stop getting sick.
 In fact she threw up until we saw blood......i yelled out for help.

The rest of the week is a blur of good days, ER visits, and nights at the hospital.

Did i mention that Nanny and Auntie Mimi drove from Tennessee through ice and rain to be with my girl?
Well....could you resist this chubby monkey?
I love how sometimes in life, seemingly unimportant things you have done, or maybe even forgotten about, just reappear......
Like bird filed skies, painted by daddy, back when even Ava was all but a hope.
This makes me smile......and I'm not the only one..

That's right, five years ago Hugo helped paint eleven murals on the ceiling of the children's unit here at the hospital.....and i love so much that he painted birds for my baby dove.

And one little monkey:)

You have no idea what it means to me to have these paintings, he painted them for her, i know he did......
So here we are again staring at clouds and praying for Paloma to get well......
Right now she is putting herself to sleep sucking on my shirt at just the right place because we aren't aloud to nurse.

They scoped her belly today and it seems it is far worse than anyone could have imagined......

Anyone except for the crazy lady that has been falling apart at nurses stations, demanding to talk to more Doctors and begging for someone to please believe her that her baby is hurting.

I am a mama bear....

Today was a hard day, it is one thing to know in your heart something is wrong, but another to have a doctor tell you. And honestly we still don't have answers.
So tonight, we'll sleep under daddy's skies, Hugo, Ava, me and Paloma and maybe tomorrow we will see this girl smile again......

I love you sweet Paloma.......to the moon and back....


  1. Great job mama bear in getting Paloma the help she needs. How comforting those pictures must be. Life makes some interesting turns sometimes. I'll be thinking if you & praying for a quick recovery for Paloma.


  2. Princess Paloma please get well.. Bon-Bon loves you.

  3. I understand that mommy feeling all too well. Thinking of Miss Paloma and the family today and hoping she gets well soon!

  4. i am in tears for your sweet little girl. prayers that you will get answers quickly and she will be feeling well very soon. hugs.

  5. Praying....praying so much for sweet Paloma