fighter

“Strength does not come from winning. Your struggles develop your strengths.

When you go through hardships and decide not to surrender, that is strength.”

Arnold Schwarzenegger

You know, for as sweet and docile as my brother is, he has certainly proved to be quite the fighter over the past few days. He managed to flutter his eyes open a few times today and they actually had to restrain him to the bed because he kept trying to sit up. Now, he seriously dislikes being stuck to the bed and from what I've been told, he's constantly moving and thrashing his legs around. He apparently even tried to kick my mom a time or two. That's my boy!

Reagan has had the fight in her too. She loves to fight when that bottle comes anywhere near her and I really can't blame her for it. Other than the bottle though, she has made a miraculous turn around in the past 48 hours. I'm just amazed at how much better she's been eating and pooping. It's almost like the past month or so never even happened. It was so nice tonight as I was shopping for food for her to not buy bananas or yogurt. She can still eat both of those, but after solely consuming those foods for over a month, I purposely avoided them because I could. I think her and I both needed a break and a change of pace in her food options.

I'd also like to think that I might be able to consider myself a fighter. I know I've said it before and I'll more than likely say it again: this week has sucked. Sucked. It has literally been one of the most difficult that I can remember, but with that being said, I've tried to maintain a positive outlook as best I can. In Randy's case, I like to focus on each day's small success rather than dwell on the set backs or lack of big progress. As for Reagan, I'm already starting to physically hurt less and the emotional aspect of the abrupt end to our nursing time together is healing too. I look so forward to her bedtime where I now rock her to sleep and I cherish the extra time we get to play together during the day.