YUM, YUM, YUM

Continued from last week...

So after the doctor gave us the okay to feed Taylor twelve spoons of Stage 2 baby food twice daily we went by the store and bought baby food right away. It was surreal weird, and crazy, all rolled into one. I usually avoided the baby food aisle or even looking at bibs for that matter.  So as I walked through the store I seriously wanted to break down and cry from joy. Instead, I became an overjoyed lunatic looking at all the jars of baby food analyzing them carefully, I’m sure I must have looked half crazy to onlookers.

Given that that particular day had ranked as one of the happiest days of our lives Taylor and I waited patiently until Max got home and as we sat as a family at the table to eat dinner so did Taylor as she too ate her baby food. It was so exciting! I know it sounds strange, but when your child gets pneumonia from her aspirating her own saliva, her being able to eat baby food was a major milestone. To me seeing Taylor eat that day was the equivalent of seeing her walk down the aisle, but she may never get that chance. That moment was so special in our lives that it was as if nothing else mattered and at that time, nothing else did. All I knew was my baby girl was eating like a big girl!

So we began to feed Taylor sweet potatoes and she continued doing well. Max had the camera prepared and we took tons of pictures. And I continued to keep my eye on Taylor like a hawk to make sure she had swallowed the baby food down the tube and was still breathing. And as you can imagine as excited as I was that she was eating, I was also a hot mess unsure if Taylor would choke. And of course she didn’t, she actually enjoyed eating every bit of her baby food.

Since that eventful day few weeks back Taylor has being doing extremely well with her eating. She absolutely loves it and now the possibility of her at least eating the frosting off her birthday cake is coming to life!

When I started this blog I promised myself to be honest as I wanted others to see our struggles and our triumphs, and to keep me honest I cried a lot over all the ‘what ifs’, as I had doubts, yes, I did I had many doubts.  But the reality is that miracles can happen and prayers are answered.  See one day I was bawling my eyes out next to a hospital bed crying over the fact that Taylor may never swallow and then months later I’m ordering a special birthday cake made of only frosting, ha, ha.

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