We continue to be so thankful that we didn't have to spend it in the hospital. Every day since we've come home, either Jason or I have mentioned the families that we saw there who are not so blessed. After being on the oncology floor with Harper and thinking we might have to go down that path, we naturally have those people on our hearts. We are thinking we want to do something with our girls to help, but we are not sure what form that will take. We'll see.
We celebrated Easter with my family on Palm Sunday since my sister had to work the h
oliday. My mom made a great dinner, and the kids had fun finding the candy and eggs.
My mom and dad with all the grandkids--cute bunch!
Harper finding an egg (and E congratulating her)
Reeses Pieces
Harper wasn't really ready to share, but she did let Reese look at her stuff :)
Cousins!
On Easter Sunday, we had an awesome Easter service at our church, stopped at my grandparents' for coffee with my aunt Anita (who's home on spring break), and then headed to Orange City to celebrate with the DeGroots. Jason's aunt Helen hosted this year, and the kids had a blast hunting for eggs and playing on their farm.
These are all the great-grands on the DeGroot side. Harper is hiding (pink polka dot coat), and Reese is being held in the back by her second cousin Jacey.
I shot this close-up while we were waiting for some of the cousins to come...it's Harper and her second cousin (or 3rd...how does that work?) Autumn. They are about 4 months apart and are big friends. Loved this tender moment between them--Autumn is so sweet!
Here's another one of those two hunting eggs.
Grandpa Larry helped her find some eggs.
Lots of cute onlookers :)
And to top it all off--Uncle Gerv brought out the ponies!! This is Ella leading Harper around on Thunder (or Lightning--there were two). She thought she was pretty cool!
In other news, Harper had to go back in to get her blood checked this morning. Because of the kind of test they need to do, they have to take it out of her arm instead of her finger, which kind of stinks. She recognized the tray with all the needles/tubes, and was crying before they ever looked at her arm. Poor girl. I hate holding her down, but it has to be done. I told Jason I wished he was home during business hours--I would for sure pass the job off to him. But oh well. We go in to have her counts checked every week for 6 weeks, and then we go back to visit Dr. B.
The numbers from this morning were 57,000, so up about 6,000 from last Thursday. The nurse called this "acceptable," but they would have liked a higher number. Normal is 150,000-450,000, so we have a ways to go. She also said that every kid with ITP is different, and there is no "normal" progression, so we will just have to watch her numbers and wait.
Hopefully she returns to normal soon, and in the mean time, isn't traumatized by all the needles :)
Happy Monday!
Abby
Blessed!!
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