On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, My Daughter Gave to Me…the Special Gift of Her Presence

7BA4AC56-E691-412B-B12B-9AC50C09B2D2On the twelfth day of Christmas, my daughter gave to me..the special gift of her presence. It’s been a long, exhausting week leading up to Christmas with my daughter hospitalized. So when we received the news yesterday that she would be discharged just in time for Christmas, my heart was overjoyed. Even though she is still recovering from her illness and not fully her energetic self, just sitting on the sofa with her watching “Polar Express” and “The Santa Clause” with her was such a wonderful gift.

Today, she’s been eating a little more, hasn’t had a fever since being discharged from the hospital, and her coughing isn’t as much as it was jus a day ago. Thinking about my five year old possibly not being present in our lives makes me want to be even more present. We might not be able to do many of our Christmas Eve traditions with Quinn needing to rest often, but I’m okay with that. We still have our baby girl and will have many more opportunities to create memorable moments.

Sometimes, we receive an abundance of gifts or take our time getting around to opening gifts a person put time and effort into getting or making for us. Whether it’s your child, significant other, parent, relative, or friend, don’t wait to “open up.” Please be sure to let them know that their presence is a special gift: not just on Christmas but every chance you get.

All the best,


On the Eleventh Day of Christmas, My Daughter Gave to Me…The Importance of Cherishing Every Day

On the eleventh day of Christmas, my daughter gave to me…the importance of cherishing every day. One of the reasons that I started my blog, “Mommy’s Baby Steps,” was to not only share my journey as a mother but to chronicle some of those special moments I’ve experienced with my daughter.It’s amazing how time works. When I’m doing planks, 30 seconds can seem like 30 minutes, but when I reminisce about my daughter around this time last year, it seems like it was just yesterday.

Once we got our tree and December 1st came, the anticipation of Christmas coming really set in for my five year old. “I’m trying not to think about it, Mommy. But I’m so excited for Christmas,” she’s been telling me just about everyday. Sadly, this past week. she’s been so ill and listless that she didn’t even realize it was Saturday yesterday. I’ve been losing track of the days too.

As I sat typing this blog entry, the doctor came in with wonderful news. Quinn is doing well enough to go home and continue her antibiotics to battle the bacterial pneumonia and adenovirus. It’s been days since she’s been able to add an ornament to her Christmas countdown tree, and I know she will be so happy. When the doctor asked Quinn what she would like to do, she perked up in the bed and responded, “Go to Chuck E. Cheese!” This gave me such a chuckle to hear her cheerful voice that didn’t sound as weak as it did days ago.

Everyday, I spend a little time reflecting on that for which I am grateful. All of the memorable moments I’ve had with my daughter are often at the top of the list. Everyday that she’s been hospitalized, I’ve thought even more about our past memories and can’t wait to build even more. It will be a Merry Christmas!

All the best,


On the Tenth Day of Christmas, My Daughter Gave to Me…A Chance to Search and Find a Little Christmas Joy

On the tenth day of Christmas, my daughter gave to me…a chance to search and find a little Christmas joy. Since my sweet girl was hospitalized at the beginning of this week, she’s been listless, only wanting to occasionally drink water, had a fever around the clock and just looks so pitiful. The team of doctors have been great with devising an aggressive course of action to get Quinn on the road to recovery as she not only battles ear infections but bacterial pneumonia and adenovirus. Yesterday, after more tests, they decided to change her antibiotic a third time to something even stronger.

Immediately after the doctors left Quinnie’s hospital room with the new plan, she perked up. As her dad sat next to her on the bed offering her comfort, Quinn asked for a snack, was talking more and asking questions. She seemed to have more energy and even smiled. It feels like ages since I’ve seen her smile. Though she reverted back to feeling listless with that pitiful look of exhaustion and discomfort on her face within ten or fifteen minutes, that brief moment of seeing the Quinn I know gave me hope.

I went home briefly to get washed up and decided to bring back a Christmas Fun Search and Find book in hopes of seeing her perk up again because my five year old has always loved search and finds. When I showed her the book, and asked if she’d like to do one together, she agreed. Even with her feeling ill, she was still keen on identifying and locating the Christmas items in the book. After the first one, I asked if she’d like to do another to which she responded in her faint voice, “Maybe later, Mommy.”

While it certainly hasn’t been fun, I’m so glad the doctors have been deliberate in their efforts to search and find out what is going on with my little girl so that they may treat her properly and get her on the road to recovery as we hope for a little Christmas Joy.

All the best,