I mourned the day her bottle would be left behind, a day that was then in the future and is now in the past. I love this post.
I discussed hospital preparations and posted my very favorite photo of her belly, pre-tube.
As its last act in office, the unblemished belly reminded everyone to vote.
KayTar had surgery. It was a success. Obama won the election. That was success, too.
She smiled her first post-op smile and I showed off our giant hospital room.
The new belly made its blog debut, and KayTar won her very first Barbie in the hospital craft contest.
A blog reader made KayTar a tutu and brought it to her in the hospital. We got to come home!
I worried that BubTar's GI bug would infect the post-op princess, though, luckily we escaped that fate.
KayTar made the saddest little self-portrait ever.
I did a meme, featuring BubTar.
Josh and I enjoyed our election date-bet. Mmmm, Olive Garden.
KayTar showed off her tube via video post.
I fed her while she was asleep for the first time and the heavens opens and angels sang.
I started to feel like a human being again. A happy one at that.
By the tenth day post-op, KayTar was doing wonderfully.
I rediscovered the joy of my camera.
I posted what is possibly my very favorite photo of BubTar ever.
I was completely perplexed by KayTar's feeding schedule.
I tried to give everyone a peek into what it is like to be a kiddo with a feeding disorder, or a parent of a child with a feeding disorder.
I posted more photos.
I talked a lot about puke. Classic mommyblogging.
I missed sharing a bed with my husband. I am still missing sharing a bed with my husband.
I wrote about secret writing.
I dreamed that I gave birth to a baby. It was the kind of dream that packs a punch.
I wrote about studying. KayTar's biopsy site became infected.
I took a photo of the Throne of Blogging.
We had a happy Thanksgiving, in spite of being on ER watch.
I reposted one of my favorite posts.
I discussed not discussing the things I cannot discuss right now.
And today, I finished NaBloPoMo. WHEW!