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Thank you, Halal.
My Sonyita was a very happy little dumplin' this morning– it was difficult to take her to school so someone else could enjoy it instead of me! Each day shows us tiny improvements. This morning she told me about something her Bobby (brother) had done and then said: “That was funny!” What a joy to see her goofy, comedic nature peek through first thing in the morning.
We get to try the homemade yogurt tomorrow and homemade almond milk soon after. I'm exhausted, but it's worth it!
xoxo

A long week. I've been leaving notes to myself on slips and scraps of paper. Record this. Remember this. I feel so disjointed. Completely apart from the rest of the world. This learn-as-you-go roller coaster we've been on– and I've never really liked roller coasters. Gavyn had a peanut reaction last Saturday. Mild. We didn't even recognize it for what it was until much later. Sonya's detox-ing. Fighting with her own body for the space she has to occupy. It hurts. I feel awkward talking to people about it. Last night seemed to capture it all for us– ghouls and masked crusaders dashing about with chocolate smeared faces. The lights. The shrieks. The happy chaos swirling through the night. And the four of us huddled in the middle of it all, trying to participate, fearful of what might happen next.
I never thought I would envy “normal.”

Thank you, my friend. You are so kind! We may take this route later. Right now we are just using simple foods to let her sore insides heal. She is responding so amazingly well! Yes, It's hard. And yes, most days I'm very tired of food, cooking, washing dishes and then starting all over again but the rewards are astounding. Sonya has been so happy. Her talkative, silly self. Who could have imagined I'd learn how to make yogurt or french fries out of squash??
Everyday had challenges. I'm learning more about myself and the strength of my little girl with each new challenge. That, in itself, makes the journey worth every inch.

We are ……….. busy ;-).

Sonya is thriving. Her communication skills are back to where they were before this whole mess started. If she didn’t have such a tiny little-girl voice it would be easy to mistake her for a grown-up! Her anxiety is at a manageable level. She even responded and interacted with a cashier at the grocery store this morning. She sleeps. She plays independantly. Her skin continues to heal. We have created a routine so the “drop-off” at pre-school involves only smiles and kisses and no tears. She sang her heart out at her Christmas concert. She’s happy. And that is the greatest Christmas present a parent could ever ask for!