Boo Hoo

The Armstrongs have shed some tears this week.

Finn endured his 2 month pediatric check up yesterday. The festivities included three shots in his chubby thighs, one shot of liquid medicine into his mouth and an inspection of every tiny body part. I think of all these, he despised the ear probe most.

He’s a healthy boy, weighing in at 12 lbs, 12 oz (64%), 23 in. in length (50%) and 99% for his head circumference. Yes, we get it. His head is large. More room for all those brain cells, right?

Joey and I have also been a little weepy this week. You know, we really don’t like Spina Bifida. We really wish it had avoided our child. The parenting books we ordered off of came in this week. One in particular is called Children With Spina Bifida, A Parent’s Guide. The other night we read through the chapter entitled, “Working Through Your Grief.” It recounted a story of a family and their daughter with Spina Bifida attending a large family reunion at a local park. As they approached the playground, all the cousins, nieces and nephews were running, playing, jumping, and yelling with excitement. The mom watched as her daughter zoomed in her teal wheelchair toward her cousins, then slowed and turned around, exclaiming, “Mommy, this playground wasn’t built for me.” The mom hid her tears as she looked at the strong legs of the children playing, knowing her daughter would never join in. They instead plopped her down in the nearby sandbox, and of course the other thoughtful parents directed their children over to keep her company. Big wet tears plopped down on our pillows as we read this scenario…one we’ve envisioned already. And one we’re terrified of.

We celebrate with great joy Finn’s successes. God has blessed us with many miracles already. But we still wish things were different. The grief will continue and will come in waves with each new phase of Finn’s life. This week, we all cried.


5 thoughts on “Boo Hoo

  1. Everytime my Robby suffered a disappointment or rejection from a friend or didn’t make a team he wanted to ………… I cried. Everytime he got sick, I cried. Everytime I saw him hurting ……… I cried. I think that’s just part of being a Mom. Hard or easy, joyful or sad, he’s one of the biggest joys of my life. I take the good with the bad.


  2. Dear Finn, of the pooping/crying tribe de Armstrong,

    I’ve heard about your recent visit to the doctor’s office. I shall not lie–they will not be all that horrible, but there will be more of them. I think you are smart to cry your face off. It gains sympathy from the ‘rents and the blogomunity. Furthermore, you should definitely consider practicing the pouty boy face–any Hatcher boy would be an excellent trainer in such arts of manipulation. Finally, please tell your ‘rents to ignore Kelly Clarkson and her claims that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. Because, in fact, it is Christ in you that gives you strength–in the form of joy, often times. That joy is inexplicable and will find you at the weirdest of times. And on the flipside of joy, when you find yourself not joyful and not strong–please know you are no more or less a priority of the King. And in those joyless moments, we’ll be praying for you and cheering you on and boohooing right along with you, my little mountain climber.


    Jill, of the pooping/pouty tribe de Hatcher

  3. Joey and Ash,
    Praying that you will gain strength from sweet Finn’s mighty resolve when you’re in moments of doubt, fear, and sadness. I just can’t help but think that even though Finn might be in the sandbox, he’ll be the life of the party. He’ll have qualities that most others wish they had. He’ll be brave, strong, patient, understanding, and so much more! It’s already happening…I can’t get enough of his sweet face and Lynlee has been in love since meeting him in person for the first time the other night. 🙂 Love you three!

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