No flu, for You!

The past week has been so very taxing. Samuel has had Flu B, after already having Flu A in December. Flu shot fail for him. However, the rest of my family has been fortunate. Scott has had a pretty nasty cold, and every time maintenance mows the school grounds, my poor Maggie has an allergy and asthma attack. She sounds awful.

Samuel made it 2 full days, or 16 hours of therapy, at his ABA school before getting sick. They have called and checked on him nearly every day, capturing my heart in the process. They are gentle, kind, compassionate people. They even sent Sam balloons and the sweetest flowers yesterday. I mean, how amazing is this!

Flower Puppy

So, this is what I feel like doing each time one of us goes into public. A little much? Yeah, I didn’t think so, either.

Magpie

Maggie’s appointment went well with the orthopedic doctor. She has 4 curvatures in the spine, each curved between 15-17°. She will be checked again in 6 months, and if the curvatures have increased to 25° or over, she will need a brace to correct them. Her tailbone healed back pretty well but with an odd little turn, so if she does these doctor-given exercises, it should turn back, eventually.

Maggie and her classmate were chosen out of the entire class to read their personal narrative pieces to another 4th grade class. She was so excited about this honor. The class they read to had to take notes, as a learning tool, to improve their own writing. I am a proud mother!

Maggie’s strongest subjects are math and science, but she works extremely hard on writing, although she struggles with it at times. Love my girl!

I haven’t blogged in a while, as it always seems that, medically, we are the most unstable family in the world. It has been one thing after another for much too long. I don’t know why I think summer break is the cure-all, but I’m sticking to my thought process. Swimming, less sickness, and Samuel will be well on his way to adjustment at school. Fingers crossed and prayers being said!

But, with all of the medical issues, there are many sweet happenings for the Blands. Samuel can say “da da.” We are not sure he is saying it about Scott, but we are sure that, receptively, he understands that it means Scott. So, when we say: Where is Da Da, Samuel now turns to look at Scott. AMAZING!

He is also visually tracking like a champ, exploring different walking surfaces without as many tears, and best of all—he doesn’t cry any more when he bangs his head. Thank the Lord above for his helmet. Good gracious, this mama’s heart and body can rest for a moment now!