Birthday pictures and a video.

When we celebrated Tripp's birthday last Tuesday when my sister was here, we also had a photographer/friend (Summer Boyd from Summer Boyd Photography) come to the house to take some pictures.  Since my sister was in town and my brother was coming in from Baton Rouge, we thought it would be nice to get some family pictures done... since we've never had any!  But while Summer was here, she also took some snapshots of Tripp with his cake.  Thank you Summer!!  My aunt Mary made his cake again this year.  Wasn't it cute??

Saying "thank you" for his cake:) Sweet boy!

So excited about his bell from Nanny:)

"Yay, Tripp!"

Saturday, (his actual birthday) I decorated with balloons and streamers and we celebrated with Randy, MeMe and PawPaw Carey, Randy's brother Ryan, and Maw and Paw Robicheaux.  MeMe brought another cake and we just played with Tripp and opened presents.   He was in a good mood for most of the day and played his little heart out with all of his new music toys. 

Sleeping angel on the morning of his birthday:)

Huge thanks to Ponchatoula Bakery for donating this beautiful and HUGE cake for Tripp's birthday. 

 It was delicious! 

He wasn't thrilled about trying to blow out his candles:)

                            

And here is a video from when my sister was here.  Please excuse our singing... it's almost unbearable.  Try and concentrate on the skills of my little drummer boy, even though my video somehow cut out before he played Happy Birthday:(  

But how cute is he with his little drumset?? 

Love, 

My Baby is TWO.

Dearest Tripp, 

Happy, Happy 2nd Birthday my sweet boy.  Where in the world shall I begin?  Let me start off my telling you just how exctied I was about you when you were in my belly.  You were already the best little boy (though Mommy didn't know you were a boy then).  You never once made Mommy feel sick, and you didn't even move around much while you were in my tummy.  But you did make me eat a whole whole lot.  While you were in there, I used to think about all the fun stuff we were going to do together... like going to the park, taking walks, going shopping... stuff like that.  I couldn't wait to show you off to the world.  

When the time came for you to come out and meet everyone, you took a little longer than expected (Mommy thinks it's because of your big head), but whatever the reason, you finally arrived on this day- May 14, 2009.  You were absolutely perfect.  No kidding- as beautiful as they come.  But very slowly we realized that the road ahead of you wouldn't be so perfect.  In these past 2 years, you have had to face obstacles and challenges that no human being should ever have to face in a lifetime.  Since the first day of your life, you have had to deal with pain.  And within the first few months, you starting struggling for each breath you would take.  Before you were 6 months old, you had a feeding tube, a tracheostomy, were covered in bandaging to protect your skin from blisters from the neck down, and had been in and out of the hospital so often that all the doctors and nurses knew your name.  

Each month, week, day... always brought on something new.  Either a new blister, a new infection, another corneal abrasion, a plug in your trach... I could go on and on.  But you, little man, took every new issue like a complete champ.  A lot of times you would have to put Mommy back in her place.  I would be so sad and down about something that you were going through, but you would always show me that things were going to be okay by either showing off a new trick you learned or just flashing that "melt my heart" smile of yours.  

You got your trach put in before you could even speak your first word.  I dream about the day that I get to hear you speak for the first time... whether it is when we are in Heaven together or whether it's here.  I wish you knew how many lives you have touched just by being you.  You have already spoken to so many people and taught them so much about life- without even saying a word.  

This year's birthday is definitely another milestone.  As will every other birthday from here on out, since the doctors said you wouldn't live past your first birthday.  But as your Mommy, I must say that times like these are bittersweet for me.  Of couse I am overjoyed that you have turned 2 years old... but I'm also the one who has watched you turn blue and lose conciousness struggling to breathe.  I'm the one who pops each blister as they form and grow, the one who places you in the bathtub and cleans your sores while you scream, the one who has to put pressure on a raw finger or toe to stop it from bleeding, or the one who lifts your head off the pillow in the morning when it was stuck and starts bleeding.  I'm the one who sees every ounce of pain and witnesses every minute of suffering on a daily basis.  So while it's easy for me to say that this is a great and happy day for me- it's also a very sad day.  I wish so desperately that you could have a normal little boy life.  I wish you had your eyesight.  I wish you could speak.  I wish you could wear normal clothes without bandages.  I wish you would lay next to me and cuddle without me worrying about giving you a blister.  I wish you could wear shoes.  I wish you could go outside, ride your bike, go to the park and slide down the slide.  I wish I could throw you in the car and go get a snowball together.  I know all of these things don't matter to you, because you don't know any better... but I can't help think about these things every day when I look at you.  

You know what gets me through?  You.  

You are my HERO.  

You cry when I pop a blister, and then in the next second... without missing a beat, you are smiling and "clicking your tongue" to the music.  You are more than satisfied in your own little world.  You take what you've been given- and you deal with it.  And some people may say, "Well, he's only two... he doesn't have a choice."  But I don't believe that for one second.  I do believe that you have a choice to fight or give up.  And I know that you are a fighter.  That's the reason that you turned two years old today.  You make me want to be a better person.  You make me a stronger person.  You make me a kinder person, a more thoughtful and selfless person.  The way I live my life changed when you came into this world two years ago today.  I owe my life to you.  And without a thought, I would give my life to take all of your pain away.  

I want to tell you some of the things that you are doing right now.  You are nothing short of musical genius (I'm a little partial... but I think so:).  You LOVE music or anything that sings or makes noise.  You have every drum and musical instrument ever made and you can listen to a song once- and beat to the tune of it perfectly on your drum.  Though plenty of times, you get aggravated with us and you "fuss" us when we try and get you to show off.  If it's not YOUR idea, you don't want to do it.  You can't stand the word "love."  You don't "love" your Mommy, Grammy, MeMe, your shaker, your drum, or ANYthing.  You shake your head "no" the second you hear the word.  But you will say that you "like" your Mommy or your toys, etc.  Just don't mention "love." You have three rectangular storage ottomans that are shaped in an "L" that you walk back and forth on.  There are two baskets full of toys at each end.  You're a pro at finding what you want in those baskets, even without being able to see.  You know exactly what each toy is the second you touch it.  And if you find something you don't want, you just throw it.  Some of your favorite songs right now are: Elmo's ducks (and you make the sign for "duck" each time the ducks quack... it's the cutest thing ever), Rubber Ducky, Shoo-Fly, Don't Bother Me, She'll be Coming 'Round the Mountain, Rise and Shine... and plenty more.  You either want us to be singing to you or your cd's on singing almost all the time.  Right now when you are rocking or laying in your bed, you either want to hold your duckie or a "shaker."  And when you're really tired, you usually drop one toy and hold your blankie.  

There is absolutely NO diciplinary action whatsoever in this house.  You do whatever you want, whenever you want, however you want and with whoever you want.  And that is the God-honest truth.  I love every minute of it.  And you deserve every minute of being as spoiled rotten as you are.  

There are big big plans in store for you, my boy.  And each day that you are here, I believe in my heart that you touch another life.  You have so many people across the world who are praying for you- people who have never even met you but write me and tell me that you inspire them.  You wear some big shoes, buddy... shoes that many of us could never dream of walking in.  And you sure wear them well.  

You are what I live for.  What I started living for 2 years and 9 months ago... and what I will live for the rest of my life.  What in the world was my life like without you in it?  I'm so blessed because when I think my day was rough or that I have it bad... I have you right in front of me every day to remind me that I need to count my blessings and that I need to step up my game.  

I love you more today than I did yesterday- 

and I will love you more tomorrow than I do today.  

Happy Birthday my little miracle. 

Love, Mommy 

Mother's Day weekend & Nanny time.

First of all, I want to start by saying that I think a lot of people take Mother's Day for granted.  It's kind of just "assumed" when you're growing up that you will be able to have kids and be a Mom one day (if that is in your plans).  So as hurt as I am that my child is not healthy, I feel really blessed and grateful to be a Mom and to have Tripp with me everyday of my life.  And at the same time I'm feeling very sad for the Mommies who have lost children or who can't have children of their own at all.  I just think it's important that we all stop our busy lives sometimes and think about what others might be going through on a day like Mother's Day.  A day that we just mark on our calenders and plan parties for without missing a beat.  So to all of you Mommies who have lost a child- or children- or who have never had the experience of having a child on your own or of your own- Please know you are thought about.  Because you should not be forgotten on this day.  

I want to thank my amazing Mother.  You have been my ROCK my whole life, but especially in these past 2 years.  You have so selflessly put your life aside to take us in under your roof and devote yourself 24/7 to helping me and helping Tripp.  Your life has changed just as much as mine has- from not leaving the house to not being able to even go to the bathroom without someone needing you.  I love you, Mom.  And there are no words that I could type down here that would ever come close to telling you how much you mean to me and how very grateful I am to have you as my Mom.  You are an angel. 

Mrs. Pam, you spend countless hours in that rocking chair so that I can have time to get things done for Tripp or even just have a little time for myself.  You have been by our side from the minute Tripp was born, helping with whatever it was that made our lives a little easier.  And with everything we've been through, you have never once lost focus on who and what is important- and that is Tripp.  Thank you for loving me and loving my little man more than I could have ever imagined.  I love and appreciate you more than you know.  

Tripp's Nanny (my big sister) was in town this week!  She came in on Saturday (from North Dakota) and left this morning.  Why is it that it takes so long for her visit to get here and then it goes by SO very fast.  We have had such a great time visiting and Tripp was SO happy to see his Nanny.  He was grinning ear to ear and wiggling those little toes like crazy when he heard her voice.  Thank God for skype so that he knows his Nanny and her voice.  You could definitely tell he did.   Britt and I got to go grab lunch together and get pedicures while she was here.  I absolutely adore my sister and I'm already counting down the days until she gets to come back.  We have so much fun together- even if it's just doing nothing.  We've always been so close and it's always a really sad goodbye.  

Britt's husband, Mike couldn't make it this time because of work (he's in the Air Force) but he sent Tripp a birthday card signed by his squadron and a patch- so he is now officially a part of the 54th Helicopter Squadron:) Thank you all!

 

I had the best Mother's Day that I could ever ask for.  My family is the best.  And I got to spend the whole day with the people I love and most importantly, my little man.  Tripp was in the best mood.  He played his drums almost all day and actually went outside to see some of the family.  My dad's side of the family came on Sunday.  All of my beautiful little cousins were here that I haven't got to see in a while.  None of the kids were allowed inside, so they looked at Tripp through the window.  It was so sweet because we cracked the window a little and Tripp could hear them singing to him.  He would play his drums to the tune of their song- and they were loving being able to see him play.   

 

Tripp has been loving him some "Maw Maw" lately.  My grandma lives in a smaller house that was added on to my parents, so every now and then Tripp will want to walk over and sit on her lap.  He loves for her to sing to him with her French accent.  And she is just eating him up and loving every minute.

The school bus OUTSIDE? :)

He's such a little trooper. 

Papa, Grammy, Brittany (Nanny), Me, the unhappy Trippster, Ashley (my brother's girlfriend), and my little brother Jason.

Tripp and MeMe.  How cute are those smiles??

I know a lot of you have been e-mailing me for our address.  I FINALLY opened a P.O. Box. 

Courtney and Tripp Roth

P.O. Box 216

Ponchatoula, LA  70454

We celebrated Tripp's birthday with my sister on Tuesday night, because she wasn't going to be able to stay until his actual birthday on Saturday.  We just had some cake, let him open his presents from his Nanny, and took some pictures.  I will wait to post the pictures for his "birthday post" since we will be celebrating again on his actual birthday with Randy and his family.  

I went with the "duck" theme since that seems to be Tripp's "toy of choice" for these past few weeks.  So my aunt made to cutest duckie cake and I bought lots of ducks and balloons that I will decorate his little "area" with.  

I cannot believe my little man is turning TWO.   How blessed am I that I got to spend two whole years with one of God's miracles.  And you can say what you want, but I know that it's a miracle that my baby is alive- I've seen every day, all the days of his life... and I know what he's been through.  This child is alive for a reason.  He's touching lives and changing lives.  And even if it was only MY life that he's changed, I know that because of one life (HIS life) that I will never be the same for as long as I live.  With my next child... whenever that may be... I will never take one cry, one laugh, one step, one smile, or ONE thing at all for granted.  Tripp is my world.  I can't remember what my life was without him in it. And I never want to have to remember.  

Love,

Just call me Ms. Bookworm.

Tripp man is still the Diflucan for yeast, and also now on Clindamycin for his mouth.  Though I just think his mouth is beyond help because it doesn't seem to be working.  Within the past few days, he's had some trouble with his trach.  Not yet sure if it's a sore underneath the trach and a swollen airway again, or if it's just a cold or resp. infection with thick secretions.  But we are back on breathing treatments and back on the high dose of steriods.  He's just a TROOPER.  Plain and simple.  I don't know how else to put it.  It is beyond my understanding how this little boy can endure all that he does.  He's nothing short of a little saint.

So my super fabulous sister bought and mailed me a Kindle (just becuase) this week.  I thought that was pretty darn sweet of her.  Now, if you know me... you know that I have read approximately TWO books in my entire life.  One that I read last week- "Heaven is For Real" and probably another one I've read during high school that I had to read.  That's about it.  I have always hated to read.  But now, You can practically call Ms. Bookworm.  I joked with my mom today about not hearing something she said because I must have been "caught up in my book."  The joke in the house is always that I'm the "less intelligent" of the kids... just because I was always MUCH more interested in my "social life" than school or any type of learning.  So for me to even want to read a book is a big deal... haha.  But I LOVE my new Kindle.  THANKS SIS.  You're the best!  And after reading the book "Heaven is For Real" and the one I'm currently reading "The Boy that went to Heaven," I have A LOT to say.  So watch out faithful blog readers... I am FULL of things to blog about now.  

So first of all, if you haven't read the book "Heaven is For Real," get up, get dressed, go get it at the bookstore or buy it on your Kindle (iBooks, Nook, whatever) and READ IT!!  Oh my goodness, it is amazing... and I can't stop thinking about it.  I don't only love it because I have a special boy who could possibly beat me in seeing Jesus, but because it gave me a whole new perspective of what lies ahead for all of us.  Of course I believed in heaven before... and of course I've "learned in school" and read in the Bible about what heaven might be like.  But to hear what Jesus is like and what heaven is like coming from the mouth of a five year old- puts a whole new perspective on things for me. 

 God knows exactly what our lives are going to entail before we are even born.  I truly believe that.  God knew that we were going to have Tripp and that he was going to have EB.  He also knew that Tripp would touch countless lives of total strangers.  He also knew that we would have the greatest support system that there is.  He knew that placing Tripp into my hands was the right choice, not only because I would devot my life to him, but also that we have parents and family that would devot their lives to him. And not stopping there- we have a whole community who has stepped up and who is showing us nothing but support and love and the true meaning of "doing for others."  God knew ALL of this.  That is exactly what I was missing in my life before Tripp was born- FAITH and TRUST in God.  Yes, I would pray... but I was praying for things beyond my control and praying the totally wrong way.    

Every page in these two books screams at me: "Tripp was chosen." "You were chosen." "Have faith that God knows exactly what he's doing." "And TRUST that miracles DO HAPPEN." And even more now, I know that whatever happens was already in God's Will for us and for Tripp.  He already knows what's  going to happen.  These two books stress the power of support from the community- I think that's another reason I can relate so well.  They talk about the power of prayer and the importance of "prayer in numbers."  I know that Tripp has touched lives across the world and I know that he has people all over the world who are praying for him and following our story.  So we can't give up now.  

As each day in Tripp's life gets a little worse and he wakes up with new sores and new issues... I know that I need to focus on the positive of this whole situation.  But as a mother, that is getting harder and harder as I watch my son slipping further away.  There is no words to explain the feeling of gradually (but quickly) watching your son go blind right before your eyes- and there is nothing you can do about it.  Or witnessing the PAIN he is in when he wakes up in the morning or during a bath.  But I try to keep focus- and what helps me the most is knowing that not only does God know what He's doing with our lives, but He also sent HIS only son to Earth, to be tortured in the worst way possible- crucified on a cross- and to die for OUR sins. And Jesus' Mother watched as her only son suffered tremendously, was ridiculed, and was hung on the cross.  She knew that He would die and I'm almost certain that no matter waht, that wasn't easy for her- but she also knew that He would rise again on the 3rd day and bring salvation to the entire world.  Is that what got her through it?  It was our fault (through Adam and Eve) that the world was condemed.  And God gave us a second chance when he brought his son back to Earth.  When Jesus was hanging on the cross, took his last sip of wine to close the last Passover, and died- and when He did, He reopened the doors of Heaven for us.  And now it's our choice once AGAIN to follow the right path to get there.  And God knows in this world now, it's NOT easy.

I'm certainly not a Holy Roller, but I'm trying to get there.  That's a name that I wouldn't mind having... I just need a little help.  And say what you will... but when you're put in a situation like mine- you have to choose one of two paths: Following and trusting God or turning against Him in anger.  And in my mind, the first choice is the only way to get through in our situation.  All I know is that having Tripp, and him having EB, has totally and completely changed my life (of course).  But in a way that I just can't explain.  I am STARVING to know God and to learn everything that I have been missing in my Catholic faith.  And I am trying to find ways to let go of my anger and resentment toward other issues, but it seems like those issues just keep getting bigger and bigger. It's not an easy road... and it's not easy to find the time to devot myself to something other than Tripp. 

Now don't get me wrong- I have other stressors in my life even besides Tripp that sometimes cause me to fall WAY off the deep end.  And I'm slowly trying to work those things out to where they do not consume me entirely to the point where I lose focus in caring for Tripp.  But my gosh, these issues seem to be getting bigger and bigger by the minute and testing me in every way possible.  ** And just a little side-note to anyone who thinks that they might know ANYTHING about my other situation... I can assure you that you know NOTHING- no matter what anyone is telling you**  I will be more than happy to share the truth with anyone who would like to hear it. I desperately need to hold on to my sanity by doing what's best for Tripp and I.  Something that I should have been doing for a long time. I've been SO selfless in caring for Tripp, that I've forgotten about taking care of myself, too.  And there's a difference in caring for yourself and being "selfish."  Because God knows that being selfish doesn't get us very far in life.

 I'm thankful to have a very successful business man in the community and probably one of the most devout Catholics I know, Mr. Mike Fulmer, helping me better understand my Catholic faith.  He's turned it into something that has meaning... instead of something that was just a "routine" in my life.  He told me something the other day that I really loved.  He said that "as the father of his family, (he) accepts the role of teaching the faith the the people that (he) loves.  The most important thing that (he) will do in his life is to provide them with the information they need to get to heaven." I think this is so important and I think that anyone who is a father, mother, or role model to someone should feel the same in passing on what your loved ones need to find their way to heaven.  Mr. Mike has a teaching online called "The Fouth Cup." I've heard it a couple of times in person (along with many other Bible teachings) and it is just amazing.  It is the explaination of the Eucharist and the Last Supper/Passover.  This teaching has brought many non-Catholics and non-practicing Catholics back into the Catholic church.  If you haven't heard of it or have never seen it, please take a look.  I promise it will change your life (or at least make you think:) You can watch the whole presentation at:

  http://www.the4thcup.com/

And now I shall end with some more very deceiving pictures of my child, who will smile and play for me to snap pictures just so I can have some good ones to post here on the blog,  and then go back to his rocking chair:)

This was a HUGE deal last night when he not only wanted to sit on Papa's lap,

 but he was in the OTHER room!  Go Tripp:)

OH, and Happy Belated Easter to ALL... The Easter Bunny was pretty good to Tripp, though he was no more interested in anything in these baskets as he is the man in the moon.

Love,

Hi :)

We are still here! Tripp is fighting some type of SOMETHING.  I have no clue what.  We tried Augmentin and that tore up his stomach and wasn't helping.  Now we have been on Avelox (same family as Cipro) for about 6-7 days and he's still running a low-grade temp.  So now I'm thinking it's probably his poor mouth.  But I think he also has a yeast infection going on, so Dr. Defusco is going to start him on some Diflucan tomorrow.  And if that doesn't work, back on Clindamycin for his mouth.  And if that doesn't work... I'm out of ideas!  I don't think the fever is respiratory related or GI related because those areas seem to be okay right now.  So I guess we will just try one thing at a time and try to narrow the issues down.  He hasn't been horrible... just not his normal self.  Well, honestly, I don't think I know what his "norm" is anyway.  But I know he's not feeling good.  He's not wanting to play, he's stiff like you can tell he's got "body aches," and his sores look bad.  

I can just tell when something's up. 

 I know my little man:)

I wanted to let everyone in on the decision for Tripp's 2nd birthday, also.  I initially wanted to do something big (and of course it would have been here at my parents... Tripp hasn't left this house in MONTHS) and let the adults peek in at Tripp, and the kids stay outside and play.  But I talked myself out of it.  Reasons being: 

1.  We've tried WAY too hard to keep germs away from Tripp, especially in this past year, so I just can't see how having a big huge birthday party with lots of people would be a good idea.

2.  I have WAY too much going on right now than to stress about planning a big birthday party (especially since I'm a little anal when it comes to that and everything would have to be perfect). 

3.  If I'm going to be honest, I don't think I'm in the "state of mind" to watch a ton of healthy kids running around in the yard when Tripp probably won't even get off of the rocking chair.  No offense, but the older Tripp gets, the harder it gets to see other kids:(

SO, I think we are just going to have something low-key with immediate family only and give Tripp A LOT of lovin' and kisses and presents:) That's what he would want anyway (minus the lovin' and kisses:)  I think he will be happy with that.  And I think it will be the best thing for him and for everyone.  

I can't believe my little man is going to be TWO.  

What a blessing.  

The toughest, but most rewarding and most special two years of my life.  

Look at those cheeks!  I see a little steroid moon-pie face coming on:)

To me, nothing could be cuter!

My little musician fell asleep with his shaker:)

My wonderful aunt Sharon who lives in Pensacola came to visit this past weekend.  And she brought me the most amazing surprise.  Without me knowing, she had contacted one of my awesome blog readers, Holly Stokes.  Holly is from Queensland, Australia and she is obviously SUPER talented.  My aunt went to her blog (please visit it HERE) and asked her if she would mind drawing a sketch of Tripp for me.  So she drew THREE- free of charge- shipped them all to my aunt herself- and even framed one for me.  Then my aunt framed the other 2 for me, and brought them all here:)

I am IN LOVE with them.  

Holly- these are pictures that I will treasure for the rest of my life.  They are absolutely beautiful.  You are so talented and truly appreciate you taking YOUR time to do this for me. They are all three hanging over my bed where Tripp and I sleep:)  Thank you, Thank you!!

Thank you aunt Sharon for this gift I will have forever:) 

You know how much I love you!

And here they are....

(they are pictures of a copy of the originals... so sorry about the poor quality.  But they are GORGEOUS)

Love,

Update.

Tripp's good days have lessened just a little in the past week.  We started him on an antibiotics again- I could tell his mouth was swollen and bothering him really bad.  And also his little sores around his neck start to drain a lot where you can tell they're infected.  I started Augmentin on Friday, and usually within the first few days, he starts to feel great... but they aren't working like they usually do.  He is still managing to play and show off a bit, but I can tell that he's still hurting a lot more than normal.  He's also got belly problems from them this go round, even on his super duper probiotics.  So when you have to change him so much more often... he's NOT a happy camper. 

But now are you ready for the best news EVER??  I finally got him a prescription for Versed for bath time!!  Versed is given to children before medical procedures or before anesthesia for surgery to cause drowsiness, relieve anxiety, and prevent any memory of the event.  Don't ask me why we haven't been giving it up until now, because once I asked his terrific doctors for it, I had the prescription the next day. I guess the only time I ever asked for it was in the hospital and the doctors there couldn't send it home with me.  Versed is what they give Tripp before all of his surgeries that makes him loopy and HILARIOUS.  And O MY GOODNESS... when I gave it to him Saturday for bath, he actually let me put him on the table without crying, sat up and let us unwrap his bandages, and then (prepare yourself) he was SHAKING HIS SHAKER in the bathtub.  I'm not kidding.  That has NEVER happened in the past two years.  Now, I may be a little ahead of myself with bragging about this, because today is bath day again, but hopefully this medicine will do the trick for each bath from now on.  I mean, don't get me wrong, he still cried... and you could tell the water still hurt him.  But he was so loopy that he would cry for a few seconds, then it was like he would forget and start playing again.  It did make him a little irritable when it was wearing off after bath, though.  But we have to pick our battles, I guess.  I will give him whatever it takes to make the bath time pain and anxiety go away.  

Thank you to Tripp's one of a kind doctors- Dr. Rodriguez and Dr. Defusco.

And through everything, he STILL manages to do this-

Here he figured out that he could pop open this toy on his head.  

Could it have made a blister... yes.  Can you tell him no... no.

He was CRACKING up... so were we :)

This laugh is what I LIVE for.

He recently discovered that he can make a new sound with his trach:)

That's why he's my HERO.

Also, I got the best surprise last week.  The girls from Dr. Agena's office (My OB who delivered Tripp) stopped by the house and brought me a huge basket filled with some pretty awesome and very generous surprises and goodies.  They also brought Tripp a basket and got to meet him as well.  He had just woke up so he wasn't interested at first, but right before they were leaving, he popped up and showed off for them.  So I want to give a big THANK YOU to Lyndsi, Tamie, Courtney, PJ and all the staff members at the North Oaks Ob/Gyn Clinic.  I was in awe at how thoughtful your gifts were.  I am so very grateful to you all.  

I think Tripp liked his basket, too:)

That's a smile, in case you were wondering. 

Love,