Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Christmas Day

We were sad to miss out on the festivities with family but we had fun eating breakfast and opening presents with our own little family this year. Everett didn't really know what to think of it all and probably enjoyed the wrapping paper as much as anything.

Thursday, December 6, 2012

11 Months

How did my baby go from this. . .

4 days old

2 months and 1 week old

Almost 3 month old

To this. . . ?

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

You may call me Crooked Face

Crooked kisses for Justin from the doctor's office

I have Bell's palsy.

On Sunday I was in the shower trying to squeeze my eyes shut to keep the water out while I was washing my face and I couldn't. My right eye wouldn't squeeze! As I thought about it, other parts of my face weren't functioning quite up to par either.

I yelled for the future Dr. Delatore and showed him. He told me in is usual non-worrisome tone that it could be Bell's palsy. (Of course he had to explain to me what that was because, call me crazy or out of the loop, whatever, but I'm not up on my facial paralysis lingo and had never even heard of that before.) I finished getting ready and hustled off to church, not really thinking or worrying too much about it. Then, as the day went on the weakness in my face only stayed the same or got worse.

I went to see a doctor on Monday and he confirmed our suspicions and gave me some tape to hold my eye shut at night so it doesn't dry out like a raisin.

That was nice of him.

Oh, and he also prescribed some corticosteroids to try to help my swollen facial nerve. Today is my third day taking them and there is no sign of improvement, so I guess we'll just have to wait and see what happens.

Usually it gets better.
Sometimes it doesn't.

I'm really hoping it does. . .

Within a couple of weeks.
But if not. . .

Then maybe a couple of months.
But if not. . .

Maybe a couple of years?
But if not. . .

I guess there are worse things in life.
Maybe I'll have less wrinkles. . .

On half of my face.

Trying to show my teeth and squeeze my eyes
. . . in very poor lighting

Mom, your face is crooked.

Perfect time to use those new pointing skills, son.

We still have fun.