<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151</id><updated>2011-09-21T09:55:19.519-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiona's Journey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-1268439144852689763</id><published>2010-12-23T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T20:05:59.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok, time to say how I really feel</title><content type='html'>First of all according to the sick kids website &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;metopic&lt;/span&gt; happens 1 in 15,000 births with boy to girls 3:1, so it was pretty rare that Fiona was born with it. Now it's rare that she isn't healed properly. It's not fair....plain and simple. it actually fucking sucks...sorry for the language, but I'm upset, pissed off, sad, angry and I feel guilty for what my little girl is going to go through in the next few months. I know that it's not as serious as the first surgery blah, blah, blah I swear if someone says that to me again I think I'll snap. This will be her 3rd time in an O.R, she just turned 4.&lt;br /&gt;And I know I should feel happy that she is healthy and it's fixable, but PLEASE let me have my pity party, let me feel sorry for our family just for a while. PLEASE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-1268439144852689763?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1268439144852689763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=1268439144852689763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/1268439144852689763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/1268439144852689763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2010/12/ok-time-to-say-how-i-really-feel.html' title='Ok, time to say how I really feel'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-7446011610425972085</id><published>2010-12-15T08:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T08:39:44.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been a while</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/TQjFCyS33bI/AAAAAAAAAU4/X8-uqN7KBM4/s1600/DSC01371%2B%25281%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 172px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550903192385478066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/TQjFCyS33bI/AAAAAAAAAU4/X8-uqN7KBM4/s200/DSC01371%2B%25281%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Boy, it's been a while since I've blogged. Fiona is now 4 years old and in Jr kindergarten. She has to wear a helmet at school because she still has soft spots from the surgery. She is now 3 years and 3 months post op. We went to see Dr Phillips on Dec 3rd. I have had concerns for the whole year and he confirmed my worst fear...another surgery! The way she is healing is a mystery to him....of course it is, she's MY daughter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She still has a number of soft spots on her skull, she also has had some bone resorption near her eye. They are going to make custom made titanium plates for the soft spots and a custom made implant near her eye. It is made with a material called "PEEK". Dr Phillips is also going to shave down the bone on her forehead where it grew too thick and is also going to make the scar thinner, it has gotten pretty wide over the years. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's going to be a 3 hour operation and a 2-3 night stay....she is going to have a drain tube again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She is having a CT done in the next couple of months under GA because there is no way that she would lay still while the CT is happening. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I never heard the word &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;cranio&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-7446011610425972085?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7446011610425972085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=7446011610425972085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/7446011610425972085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/7446011610425972085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2010/12/its-been-while.html' title='It&apos;s been a while'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/TQjFCyS33bI/AAAAAAAAAU4/X8-uqN7KBM4/s72-c/DSC01371%2B%25281%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-6538981466463531778</id><published>2008-09-15T15:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:20:48.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Got the point</title><content type='html'>I have decided that Fiona's head may not be the perfect shape right now, but I'm throwing in the towel for now. I'm going to stop taking pictures of her head, stop obsessing about it. Dr. Phillips has told me twice that she looks perfect, I'm not sure why I didn't listen to him. If she needs fill &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;in's&lt;/span&gt; done in the future we will deal with it then, so for now I will enjoy my children, and not worry about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cranio&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-6538981466463531778?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6538981466463531778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=6538981466463531778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/6538981466463531778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/6538981466463531778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/got-point.html' title='Got the point'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-7683998723617277652</id><published>2008-09-11T09:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T09:26:33.179-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiona's surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Awwww&lt;/span&gt;....it's over and she did great. We got to the hospital at 1pm, we saw a nurse, she happened to be one of the nurses that took care of her when she her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;metopic&lt;/span&gt; surgery. We were sent down to the room where you wait for them to take her to the O.R. When we got in there, they told me that Fiona's surgery was on hold and that it maybe cancelled. I was very upset. I went down to get a bit to eat for 10 minutes, when I got back Keri told me that everything is OK and that the surgery was on. Soon after that Dr. Phillips came in to talk to us, I love that man, he is so caring, he kept saying Fiona looked great and that she was so pretty. Then the Anesthesiologist  came in, they were super nice, they told me that I could bring Fiona to the O.R. I got dressed up in this crazy white jump suite. I kept telling Fiona I was a big &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;marsh mellow&lt;/span&gt;. After giving Daddy kisses we walked down with the nurse to the O.R. They put the pulse thing on her toe and she started to get upset, then they put the mask on her, I rubbed her arm and was talking to her, when she was almost asleep I had to leave. I teared up a bit but I didn't cry, I did cry when another little boy, he was about 8 started crying when he was taken into the OR. I'm such a suck.&lt;br /&gt;Fiona was in the O.R for about 1 hour and 30 minutes. We got to see her around 5:30. When we got into recovery, she was sitting up with the nurse, I held her right away, she was upset about the IV, her eye was swollen and red. They gave her some apple juice and 2 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;freezies&lt;/span&gt;, then we got to go home.&lt;br /&gt;She has 4 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;dissolvable&lt;/span&gt; stitches and a nasty black eye. We are heading to Sick Kids Sept 12 for a follow up. I'm also meeting Lilah's mom Christina's Mom from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;cranio&lt;/span&gt; kids, which will be nice. Her peanut just had surgery yesterday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-7683998723617277652?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7683998723617277652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=7683998723617277652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/7683998723617277652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/7683998723617277652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/fionas-surgery.html' title='Fiona&apos;s surgery'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-8744862816602816137</id><published>2008-08-20T13:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T13:34:42.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Weeks</title><content type='html'>UGH....My Fiona bug is having her cyst removal surgery in 2 weeks, the worst part is going to be handing her over. She hardly goes to anyone yet alone a stranger. She is going to freak out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if I can go in with her or not. I think that I may call and find out.&lt;br /&gt;She has been rubbing her eye a lot lately and the cyst has gotten bigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 more weeks....I can do this, I NEVER thought that my baby would be inside an OR ever again!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-8744862816602816137?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8744862816602816137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=8744862816602816137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/8744862816602816137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/8744862816602816137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-weeks.html' title='2 Weeks'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-4045742678849877865</id><published>2008-08-15T09:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T09:46:06.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ear Infection</title><content type='html'>I have never been so happy to hear "It's an ear infection". &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Awwww&lt;/span&gt;......Fiona went to our doctor's on Thursday, I can't believe how much see can't stand being around doctor's, who can blame her.&lt;br /&gt;She is on antibiotics for 5 days. I'm so happy that's all it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 weeks is her cyst removal surgery....I'm not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;handling&lt;/span&gt; it very well, I'm so anxious all the time, my thoughts are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;erratic&lt;/span&gt;. I'm very scared.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-4045742678849877865?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4045742678849877865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=4045742678849877865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/4045742678849877865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/4045742678849877865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/ear-infection.html' title='An Ear Infection'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-5480432242734881706</id><published>2008-08-11T13:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T13:34:56.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel horrible</title><content type='html'>I hate the fact that all I do is worry all the time, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; matter what it's about...money, kids, job, husband, family, weight, health, future, future surgeries, panic attacks, anxiety, depression. EVERYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;I HATE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Fiona has had a low grade fever for a couple of days but in my head her cyst is cancer....how ridiculous is that? She has a cyst and that's it. I feel like crying all the time. I hate this. She is probably teething or has a mild infection, she is going to see Dr. Molnar on Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-5480432242734881706?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5480432242734881706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=5480432242734881706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/5480432242734881706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/5480432242734881706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-feel-horrible.html' title='I feel horrible'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-6614565258850801045</id><published>2008-08-08T09:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T09:23:26.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Will the worrying stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SJxHeCUr_yI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mVtiRDmRwJM/s1600-h/IMG_2123a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232135448442961698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SJxHeCUr_yI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mVtiRDmRwJM/s200/IMG_2123a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm once again worried about the shape of Fiona's head. I guess I just figured that her head would look more round by this point, she had a ridge on the left side and it feels uneven. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is normal and what is not, it's not like we have ever been through this before. Maybe I'm just being obessive about her head shape. I notice now I stare at people's heads. I can now tell if a child has a cranio issue....it's so crazy. I wish the worrying would go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-6614565258850801045?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6614565258850801045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=6614565258850801045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/6614565258850801045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/6614565258850801045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/will-worrying-stop.html' title='Will the worrying stop'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SJxHeCUr_yI/AAAAAAAAAEI/mVtiRDmRwJM/s72-c/IMG_2123a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-1658174750703605817</id><published>2008-08-06T21:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T21:18:54.624-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past Few Dyas</title><content type='html'>Keri and I went to Niagara Falls for the night on Sunday....it was GREAT, it's what we needed, we needed to reconnect, and that's what we did. We have go through so much over the past year....Fiona's surgery, all the issues with Noah and of course the passing of his Mother, we both went through depression, I was in a major depression. I'm better now. We are on the same page again and we weren't for the longest time. I didn't know if we were going to survive or not, we both take our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; and we wanted to work at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an email from Alan at Sick Kids today. Fiona's surgery is on September 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at 3:00pm. She has to fast from midnight on....it's going to be a long cranky day for all of us.&lt;br /&gt;Although she is only having a cyst remove and it's a very minor surgery....I'm a mess, all the feeling are coming back from the first surgery, it's crazy....her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;cranio&lt;/span&gt; surgery was almost a year ago already (Sept 26&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;) time flies. I can't believe my baby girl has to go through another surgery again....she's not even 2 yet :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-1658174750703605817?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1658174750703605817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=1658174750703605817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/1658174750703605817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/1658174750703605817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2008/08/past-few-dyas.html' title='The Past Few Dyas'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-5816117853134106177</id><published>2008-07-14T09:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T09:26:32.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scan Results</title><content type='html'>Well we have good news and bad news, the bad news in that Fiona is having surgery next month to remove the cyst. It will be day surgery, she’ll have a black eye and it will be swollen.The good news in that Dr. Phillips thinks everything is OK, he said that he has NEVER seen a scan like Fiona’s before, he said that her right side is growing new bone super fast and that the left is growing and healing very slow. He said that she’ll probably need touch up’s in the future but for now he is going to monitor the situation and see her every 6 months instead of every year, he said that the scan looks a lot worse then how she looks in person. He said that the rest of her head is healing perfectly. So all in all we feel better although I’m not looking forward to surgery again next month.&lt;br /&gt;Some people go through life not &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;experiencing&lt;/span&gt; one surgery, this is will Fiona's second, although it's only day surgery, it will be just as tough handing her over to them again. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-5816117853134106177?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5816117853134106177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=5816117853134106177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/5816117853134106177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/5816117853134106177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/scan-results.html' title='Scan Results'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-1003002677718915028</id><published>2008-07-08T10:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T10:05:50.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Had the scan</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was very tough, probably more on me then Fiona. They put the numbing cream on the one hand, I think it worked a bit not 100%. They only took one poke and the IV was in. She was crying the whole time we were waiting for the nurse to put the actual medicine in the IV. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;She&lt;/span&gt; finally put in the stuff to relax her, it was hilarious, after about 5 seconds she looked up at me with this funny grin on her face...she was acting drunk. So we carried her into the CT room, put her on the bed, they thought that she maybe able to do it with just the relaxing medicine but she started crying and kicking, so they put the sleeping stuff in the IV and about 5 minutes later she was out. They did a 3D scan with dye. We will find out the results on Friday. She was so wobbly all day and VERY cranky...I couldn't put her down because she would fall, when I sat her on the floor she tipped over. They said that the sedation will last 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;She woke up this morning and is acting like herself. I can't believe the effects of that medicine.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad that we don't have to wait too long for the results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-1003002677718915028?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1003002677718915028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=1003002677718915028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/1003002677718915028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/1003002677718915028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/had-scan.html' title='Had the scan'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-4572723530966067823</id><published>2008-07-02T15:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T15:56:28.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SGvc8N5k0sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2-64HvG8640/s1600-h/IMG_1959.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218507520320262850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SGvc8N5k0sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2-64HvG8640/s200/IMG_1959.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This Saturday Noah and I are going to Niagara Falls for the night, I'm really looking forward to having a Mommy and Noah day, I really think he needs to spend some one on one time with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got an email from Alan today, Fiona's CT scan is booked for Monday, we have to be at Sick Kids at 9:30 am, the scan is at 10:30. I'm so nervous, I hope that they only need to poke her once to get the IV in. We go back on Friday to get the results, I know that something isn't right with the left side. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying that she doesn't need anymore surgery. I know that she does have some kind of cyst on her left eye, I don't know if it's from the plates and hardware dissolving. I guess we will find everything out next Friday :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-4572723530966067823?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4572723530966067823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=4572723530966067823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/4572723530966067823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/4572723530966067823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/monday.html' title='Monday'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SGvc8N5k0sI/AAAAAAAAAD0/2-64HvG8640/s72-c/IMG_1959.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-5268291369678266645</id><published>2008-06-23T13:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T13:58:21.672-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Starting to panic</title><content type='html'>I've been taking pictures of Fiona's head every month to watch the transformation from the surgery. I've emailed them pictures before when I was worried and they have always emailed me back saying everything was OK. Our last appointment was in April, we were told that we would not have to go back.&lt;br /&gt;On &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt; I emailed a picture of Fiona's head to Alan at Sick Kids, I was a bit concerned because her left side is really flat compared to the right, I got an email back saying that they want her to go for a CT scan in which she will have to be sedated again. I was NEVER expecting that answer in the email. They said that it looks like she had some bone resorption which I still don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;I felt her head, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; right orbital bone looks and feels great, the left feels like it sunk in and she has some soft spots around it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm anxiously waiting for them to call me with the scan date, they &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;said&lt;/span&gt; that they will try to get it done within the next 2 weeks if not it won't be until August because Dr. Phillips is off the last 2 weeks of July.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so nervous, I can't imagine facing another surgery.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-5268291369678266645?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5268291369678266645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=5268291369678266645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/5268291369678266645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/5268291369678266645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/starting-to-panic.html' title='Starting to panic'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-6289185651281406760</id><published>2008-06-17T11:45:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T11:49:14.511-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Career Change</title><content type='html'>Well Keri is going for it, he is going to change careers. I'm very happy for him but I'm also &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;jealous&lt;/span&gt;, he is going to school, he is bettering his life and I'm stuck. We both can't afford to do it, plus I have to take care of the kids. I just always seem to be on the back burner, I guess that's my own fault. Everyone is losing jobs because of gas prices and the economy. I make crap money, and my job is boring, the only good thing is Lynn &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Droy&lt;/span&gt;, she has become one of my best friends. I think we both feel the same way, it's a comfort thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-6289185651281406760?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/6289185651281406760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=6289185651281406760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/6289185651281406760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/6289185651281406760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/career-change.html' title='Career Change'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-1515401395061778421</id><published>2008-06-13T09:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T09:37:35.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pissed off</title><content type='html'>Some kid took Noah's baseball glove, Noah gave it to an older kid to play with for a while, well the kid didn't give it back, he told Noah that it "fell off" his hand and he couldn't find it.&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell aren't kids being raised properly? Noah would NEVER do that to another child. Now Noah is suffering because of it, he won't confront this brat so I called the school today, hopefully something is done about this. I don't want Noah to be a push over.&lt;br /&gt;I ended up buying Noah another glove yesterday but we wouldn't let him bring it to school today, he had a total meltdown this morning, poor kid, but I didn't want another one lost or stolen again, I can't afford to keep replacing them.&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is, we wrote Noah's name in marker inside the glove, I know that if my child brought something home with another child's name in it I would question it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-1515401395061778421?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1515401395061778421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=1515401395061778421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/1515401395061778421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/1515401395061778421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/pissed-off.html' title='Pissed off'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-5667366201488926771</id><published>2008-06-11T10:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:56:39.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why won't she sleep?</title><content type='html'>Fiona is almost 19 months old, she has not slept through the night once, well the day of surgery she slept all night.&lt;br /&gt;It's so frustrating, she goes to sleep no problem but she won't stay asleep, she wants to sleep with me, I want her to get used to sleeping on her own.  Last night we both had a major breakdown, I was trying to let her cry it out, she started screaming at the top of her lungs, so I tried to calm her down by picking her up, well that didn't work, she threw herself backwards and was inconsolable. I started crying also. Keri came in and I yelled at him to get out, I had it under control, but I didn't I started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;yelling&lt;/span&gt; "Make her stop crying". I felt like she was a newborn again, I had all those feeling come rushing back, it was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;awful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do, I'm so sleep deprived, I need sleep!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-5667366201488926771?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5667366201488926771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=5667366201488926771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/5667366201488926771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/5667366201488926771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/why-wont-she-sleep.html' title='Why won&apos;t she sleep?'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-2947963344608575626</id><published>2008-06-10T10:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:02:01.919-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We raised $1000.00</title><content type='html'>I'm so happy, my goal was $500.00 for the sick kids walk, and we raised $1000.00. I thought maybe this would be the last year that we do it because I donate every month to Sick Kids hospital, but I want to do the walk again next year, I won't ask for any donations, Keri and I will just give money. I have to give back to Sick Kids anyway I can. I owe them, they were wonderful with Fiona. We are so lucky to have one of the best children's hospitals right near us.&lt;br /&gt;We met so many families who have to pay to stay in motels and hotels because they are from out of town. One thing that Keri and I promised to each other was, if we ever won the lottery, we would give a ton of money to Sick Kids, but we would also open a house,  like a Ronald McDonald house so that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;families&lt;/span&gt; can stay close to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;their&lt;/span&gt; children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-2947963344608575626?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2947963344608575626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=2947963344608575626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/2947963344608575626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/2947963344608575626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-raised-100000.html' title='We raised $1000.00'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-1847093313845385489</id><published>2008-06-03T20:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T20:23:30.101-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Kids Walk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SEXgATwqbjI/AAAAAAAAADY/40IM2XIaUBs/s1600-h/IMG_0354A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207814840032849458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SEXgATwqbjI/AAAAAAAAADY/40IM2XIaUBs/s200/IMG_0354A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last year we did the Sick Kids walk....I raised $1300.00. This year so far I raised $850.00. I'm so happy because all the proceeds go right to Sick Kids hospital. Here are a couple of pictures from last year. I will add this years pictures on Sunday after the walk. Fi will be wearing her awesome cranio shirt that my peep Candice from CK designed, and I'll be wearing my CK shirt again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-1847093313845385489?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1847093313845385489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=1847093313845385489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/1847093313845385489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/1847093313845385489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/sick-kids-walk.html' title='Sick Kids Walk'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SEXgATwqbjI/AAAAAAAAADY/40IM2XIaUBs/s72-c/IMG_0354A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-8181475665605958044</id><published>2008-05-24T20:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T20:40:14.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in general</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm in a funk right now...so much has happened since Fiona's surgery....the 6 months leading up to it were the worst time of my life. I had so many questions, why should we put our baby through this, why was this happening to our little girl? The stress and anxiety was overwhelming, I remember driving one day...I don't know where I was but I started crying....I wanted to drive into a wall. Thank God the feeling past....I didn't know how to deal with the surgery, or the feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I started weight watchers in January....I've lost 20 pounds.....I have not gone for 3 weeks.....it's a combination of a lot of reasons, I'm not in the right frame of mind right now, I can't attend the meetings because Keri golfs every Saturday morning, the other 2 days that they have meetings are the days that Keri is in school. I'm in a funk....all I do is take care of the kids, I have NO me time, and when I wants some I feel guilty for asking, actually even if I wanted some I can't Keri is too busy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;positive&lt;/span&gt; note Fiona is almost 8 months post op...in 2 days from now, at our last visit to Sick Kids, Dr. Phillips said everything looked perfect and we would not have to go back for 1 year....great news. We are doing the Sick Kids walk again in a couple of weeks....I won't be raising as much money as I did last year....I feel bad asking my friends and family for money again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-8181475665605958044?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8181475665605958044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=8181475665605958044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/8181475665605958044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/8181475665605958044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-in-general.html' title='Life in general'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-1102200417051705322</id><published>2008-05-23T21:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:43:36.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dear Mother In Law Stella Morris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDdypZyeNqI/AAAAAAAAADI/KO5s4XrcDxk/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203753950072682146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDdypZyeNqI/AAAAAAAAADI/KO5s4XrcDxk/s200/IMG_0049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Mother in Law passed away at the end of March. She had 4 tumors in her brain, she never told us about it, she didn't want us to worry about her. She didn't want to see us at Christmas and she never saw Fiona after the surgery....I was so upset with her because I didn't think she wanted to see the kids at all.....little did I know it was probably break her heart to spend time with them knowing that she didn't have much time left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have so much guilt that I carry with me each and everyday for the way that I talked to see the last couple of time on the phone, I got upset with her because of not wanting to see the kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was a wonderful Mother in law and a great Nanna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss you so much Stella....I hope you are having a great time with your love John. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-1102200417051705322?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1102200417051705322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=1102200417051705322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/1102200417051705322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/1102200417051705322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-dear-mother-in-law-stella-morris.html' title='My Dear Mother In Law Stella Morris'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDdypZyeNqI/AAAAAAAAADI/KO5s4XrcDxk/s72-c/IMG_0049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-2657035088048340745</id><published>2008-05-23T21:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:38:03.261-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Son Noah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDdxc5yeNpI/AAAAAAAAADA/W1KqLu0Rmb0/s1600-h/IMG_0884a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203752635812689554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDdxc5yeNpI/AAAAAAAAADA/W1KqLu0Rmb0/s200/IMG_0884a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My 9 year old son Noah is an awesome child. He was recently diagnosed with OCD and anxiety. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel so bad for him because I also have suffered from anxiety for 10 years....it's not fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Noah went to a place called the Chisholm Center to see if he actually had a learning disability, which he doesn't. His problem is that he gets himself so worked up about school that he has major breakdowns. We have an IEP in place for him which is wonderful because he gets one on one time with a special teacher. His grades have come up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that I passed this anxiety onto him...it's hereditary. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-2657035088048340745?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/2657035088048340745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=2657035088048340745' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/2657035088048340745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/2657035088048340745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-son-noah.html' title='My Son Noah'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDdxc5yeNpI/AAAAAAAAADA/W1KqLu0Rmb0/s72-c/IMG_0884a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-3861193252759605106</id><published>2008-05-23T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T21:32:15.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDdts5yeNgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bWxK2thZk0Q/s1600-h/CT+SCAN1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203748512644085250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDdts5yeNgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bWxK2thZk0Q/s200/CT+SCAN1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDdt_pyeNhI/AAAAAAAAACA/Ip3jgu6j0xI/s1600-h/IMG_0728_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203748834766632466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDdt_pyeNhI/AAAAAAAAACA/Ip3jgu6j0xI/s200/IMG_0728_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDduOpyeNiI/AAAAAAAAACI/P-kH1quavtA/s1600-h/IMG_0734_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203749092464670242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDduOpyeNiI/AAAAAAAAACI/P-kH1quavtA/s200/IMG_0734_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDduaZyeNjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XjRo8CZlG3I/s1600-h/IMG_0744_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203749294328133170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDduaZyeNjI/AAAAAAAAACQ/XjRo8CZlG3I/s200/IMG_0744_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDduopyeNkI/AAAAAAAAACY/m8oqN-TaL0E/s1600-h/IMG_0748_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203749539141269058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDduopyeNkI/AAAAAAAAACY/m8oqN-TaL0E/s200/IMG_0748_2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDdu25yeNlI/AAAAAAAAACg/Zpjpmv7OQwk/s1600-h/IMG_0753_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203749783954404946" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDdu25yeNlI/AAAAAAAAACg/Zpjpmv7OQwk/s200/IMG_0753_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDdvQZyeNmI/AAAAAAAAACo/E8Zo6J8-gxQ/s1600-h/IMG_0839a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203750222041069154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDdvQZyeNmI/AAAAAAAAACo/E8Zo6J8-gxQ/s200/IMG_0839a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My Hero Dr. John Phillips&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDdvg5yeNnI/AAAAAAAAACw/C8e8F1Fz94s/s1600-h/IMG_0410A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203750505508910706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDdvg5yeNnI/AAAAAAAAACw/C8e8F1Fz94s/s200/IMG_0410A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fiona's head before&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDdvxJyeNoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3Q9_RlVP0pA/s1600-h/IMG_0913a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203750784681784962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDdvxJyeNoI/AAAAAAAAAC4/3Q9_RlVP0pA/s200/IMG_0913a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fiona's head after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I have no wrote in so long....so here is everything about the surgery:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night before the surgery was brutal, I don’t think keri or I got much sleep at all. We had to get up at 4:30am to be at the hospital for 6:00. It was sad saying goodbye to my Mom and Dad, everyone was very upset. We got to the hospital and headed to the 6th floor. We registered with the nurse, then they told us to go and wait in this waiting room with all the other parents and children there that day for surgeries. A nurse came in and asked us to go with her to another room, that is where the anesthesiologist came out to talk to us, he was a very nice man, then Dr. Phillips came in and told us that she would be fine and that everything will go great. Soon after a nurse came out and took Fiona from my arms, that was the hardest thing I ever had to do, I still get teary eyed thinking about that. It was very hard on Keri too, he was being strong for me but it was pretty brutal on both of us. Right away they wisk you off to the surgery waiting room, they don’t want the children to see you cry. We met a lot of parents in there, some of the stories were so sad. I knew that Fiona would be fine, I had total trust in Dr. Phillips. Catherine ( my SIL) came at 9:00 to wait with us, it was nice for Keri and I to have her there with us, Around 1:00 we got a phone call in the waiting room saying that everything went perfect and they were just finishing up. Around 2:00 Dr. Phillips came in to meet with us. He told us that she did great, she hardly lost any blood and that the cyst that they were going to remove from her head was gone so they didn’t need to do anything about it. We both were so relieved that it was finally over and our baby was fine.Around 3:00 we got to see her and her new forehead in the AICU, I started crying right away she looked so good, the swelling didn’t kick in yet so we got to see what she was going to look like. She was in a oxygen tank to help her breathing but they only kept it on her for about 1-1/2 hours. She had 2 drain tubes coming out from the side of her head. A couple of hours later they moved her to the ICU for the night. We visited with her a few times, they let us sleep in her room on the 8th floor that night which was great because we were both walking zombies. I went to see her at 2:00am and then at 5:30am. They told me that they were moving her up to the room by 6:30am. SO she was in the ICU for a total of about 15 hours. When she got to the room, the swelling still really didn’t kick in (Thursday morning) she was sleeping a lot but extremely cranky, she didn’t liked to be bothered with but the nurses had to check her vitals all the time and clean the stitches. By Friday morning her eyes were completely swollen shut, it was awful, but they removed the drains and her IV’s so we were able to take her out in the stroller around the hospital. She was so miserable so was I. It was very draining to watch your baby in pain and frustrated because she couldn’t see. Saturday was a great day, she was still swollen but by around 6:00 I was on the phone with Stella (My MIL) and holding Fiona, she looked up at me and had one eye open, I was so excited, she smiled at me for the first time in 3 days. I was crying of course. I called Keri and he came back to the hospital to see her. She started to eat and wanted to play right away. The nurse told me that we would be going home the next day (Sunday)….I was ecstatic.I can’t say enough about Sick Kids hospital. The nurses are so wonderful. Not only did they take care of my baby but they made sure I was OK too. Dr. Phillips is my hero, as he said….he gave Fiona the forehead she was supposed to be born with. I think he’s a genius and I will never forget him.I’m also so proud of Noah, I know how scared he was to visit Fiona at the hospital but he did anyways and made her a great sign that I put up over her crib.Craniokids helped me so much, I couldn’t have done this without the support from all the parents on there. I’ve met some wonderful people and I hope now that we have gone through this surgery that I can help out someone too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-3861193252759605106?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3861193252759605106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=3861193252759605106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/3861193252759605106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/3861193252759605106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2008/05/surgery.html' title='The Surgery'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SDdts5yeNgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bWxK2thZk0Q/s72-c/CT+SCAN1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-4491445786842387063</id><published>2007-07-16T19:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T19:49:25.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The next step</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/RpwCxE4pBQI/AAAAAAAAABg/Jz8DXSVcO3U/s1600-h/IMG_0354A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087944721169974530" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/RpwCxE4pBQI/AAAAAAAAABg/Jz8DXSVcO3U/s200/IMG_0354A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/RpwCxU4pBRI/AAAAAAAAABo/eHCKQDyjeaY/s1600-h/IMG_0433z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087944725464941842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/RpwCxU4pBRI/AAAAAAAAABo/eHCKQDyjeaY/s200/IMG_0433z.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/RpwCxk4pBSI/AAAAAAAAABw/DcNYPRmehLc/s1600-h/IMG_0410A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087944729759909154" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/RpwCxk4pBSI/AAAAAAAAABw/DcNYPRmehLc/s200/IMG_0410A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Here are some resent pictures of Fiona...she is 8 months old today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;We are going to have her CT scan done next Wednesday. There told me at first she would have to have an IV to sedate her...I was not happy about that but since they are doing the scan sooner then later they are going to give her the medicine orally but we still have to get the blood test done to see if we match.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Keri and Noah are away at the cottage this week....I miss them tons. I wish that Fiona and I would have went, we will not be doing that again. I though she was too young...there are a ton of bugs and she's too young to use bug spray on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-4491445786842387063?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4491445786842387063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=4491445786842387063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/4491445786842387063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/4491445786842387063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2007/07/next-step.html' title='The next step'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/RpwCxE4pBQI/AAAAAAAAABg/Jz8DXSVcO3U/s72-c/IMG_0354A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-7570069750403146020</id><published>2007-06-03T19:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-03T19:43:31.394-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our trip to Sick Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/RmNSGdUq4OI/AAAAAAAAABE/2gVsRIWqwFE/s1600-h/IMG_0313A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071987876253327586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/RmNSGdUq4OI/AAAAAAAAABE/2gVsRIWqwFE/s200/IMG_0313A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;What a day June 1st was. We left the house at 6:30. The traffic wasn't too bad, it was Friday. We first went to the eye appointment, she freaked out when the Doctor first was checking out her eyes, then he put drops in them and told us to come back in 25 minutes. By the time we got back Fiona had fell asleep, he did the test while she was sleeping THANK GOD!!!! Her eyes are perfect and there is no pressure on them. We headed down to the plastic surgeon appointment, it was taking forever and we had another appointment at 11:30, which we thought was a CT scan, it ended up them just taking pictures of her head. So after that we went back to the plastic surgeon (p/s) and while we were waiting we met this lady named Jolene, her son has metopic and he's having surgery in early August. I'm so happy we met her, we exchanged numbers and were going to stay in touch. We finally met Dr. Phillips, I couldn't be happier, he put our mind as ease, he's great, he was telling us that Sick Kids trains Doctors from all over the world to do cranio surgeries. He was surprised the the neurosurgeon didn't request a scan, so we have to go back for that and for blood work, we have to see if we match so I can donate for the surgery. So more waiting. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-7570069750403146020?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7570069750403146020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=7570069750403146020' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/7570069750403146020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/7570069750403146020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2007/06/our-trip-to-sick-kids.html' title='Our trip to Sick Kids'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/RmNSGdUq4OI/AAAAAAAAABE/2gVsRIWqwFE/s72-c/IMG_0313A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-4127067303904111689</id><published>2007-05-30T19:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T19:51:28.944-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Scared</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well we are off to Sick Kids this Friday...I have a feeling that Fiona will not cooperate with the Doctors, she is very shy around new people and she'll cry if she doesn't know you. It's going to be a long day. I have no idea what time we have to leave at, but our first appointment is at 8:45, we have to check in first with the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cranio&lt;/span&gt;-facial clinic. This is staring to become a reality...like a bad show on TV, I just wish it would go away....just the situation, not Fiona of course. :0)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-4127067303904111689?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4127067303904111689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=4127067303904111689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/4127067303904111689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/4127067303904111689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2007/05/getting-scared.html' title='Getting Scared'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-1143510080426064988</id><published>2007-05-27T21:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-27T21:03:54.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think this is sooo cute...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://b1.lilypie.com/awA4m4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://b1.lilypie.com/awA4m4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://by.lilypie.com/4Ej9m4.png"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://by.lilypie.com/4Ej9m4.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-1143510080426064988?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1143510080426064988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=1143510080426064988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/1143510080426064988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/1143510080426064988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-think-this-is-sooo-cute.html' title='I think this is sooo cute...'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-796516455644779024</id><published>2007-05-26T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-26T20:16:11.871-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twin's birthday party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/RljNq9Uq4NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZrPQTbTm-p0/s1600-h/IMG_0304.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069027518504952018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/RljNq9Uq4NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZrPQTbTm-p0/s200/IMG_0304.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;We went to my Aunt and Uncle's house today for my cousin Beth's twin girls 1st birthday, I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; love my cousins Beth and Kelly...they are so wonderful. We used to hang out all the time when we were younger...got into some trouble...had lots of fun. I haven't talked to them much over the past 10 years but it doesn't matter, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;every time&lt;/span&gt; I see them it's like I saw them the day before..nothing ever changes. Beth went around and collected $100.00 for the Sick Kids walk for me...for that, I'm forever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;grateful&lt;/span&gt;. They bought Fiona a bunch of clothes. We had a great time. Noah stayed in the pool and the hot tub for a couple of hours...he had a blast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-796516455644779024?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/796516455644779024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=796516455644779024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/796516455644779024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/796516455644779024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2007/05/twins-birthday-party.html' title='The Twin&apos;s birthday party'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/RljNq9Uq4NI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ZrPQTbTm-p0/s72-c/IMG_0304.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-801609425966478477</id><published>2007-05-23T18:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T18:21:11.489-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick Kids Walk and Cranio kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;About 3 weeks ago a person who works for "miracle club" came around and asked me if I wanted to donate every month and sign up...of course I said yes...Sick Kids is a wonderful hospital and they do such great stuff., plus I wanted to give something back to them since they are going to be taking care of my baby. We (Keri, my mom, myself, Noah, Fiona, Cath and Josh) are doing the Sick Kids walk on June 10th at coronation park in Toronto. I've been bugging everyone to sponsor my team "I love my cranio baby". I've gotten a lot of sponsors so far YEAH!!!! I'll give you the grand total when I know it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I should have mentioned this in my first entry...I've found a wonderful website that deals with cranio issues. &lt;a href="http://www.craniokids.org/"&gt;www.craniokids.org&lt;/a&gt; I've met(on line, not in person) some wonderful people who have gone through or are going through the same thing that Fiona is going through, there are many types of cranio..but the journey is all the same...worry, stress, joy, sadness.  It's great to talk to other parents about this...I've learned so much, I've seen before and after photos and learned a lot about the surgery and recovery. We are actually meeting a family in July Sylvie is a great support to me, her son had metopic surgery at Sick Kids..she's been totally honest with me about everything. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-801609425966478477?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/801609425966478477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=801609425966478477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/801609425966478477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/801609425966478477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2007/05/sick-kids-walk-and-cranio-kids.html' title='Sick Kids Walk and Cranio kids'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-5229611780558398674</id><published>2007-05-22T18:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T19:06:28.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our first time at Sick Kids Hospital</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;About a month ago we went to Sick Kids hospital for the first time, I never, ever thought I'd be taking either of my children there. I knew that they are a first class hospital but I was totally amazed. The atrium is so beautiful, and all the rooms/playrooms are great for children, they make it so kids are at ease. We had to be there for 8:30 to meet our neuro-surgeon, we took the go-train down.....that was an experience in itself...rush hour with a stroller...were going to drive next time. Our neuro-surgeon is named Dr. Kalkarni, he was a very nice man, he told us straight up that she'll need surgery for sure and even though it's cosmetic there is really no choice. He told us about the complication, he said that there is a membrane that is in between the skull and the brain and sometimes it can tear, if this happens they have to monitor it very closely, it can cause an infection which is menengitis (my biggest fear, besides being attacked by a bear). Another complication is loss of blood because of all the veins in their skulls, I'm allowed to donate blood as long as we match. Keri isn't allowed (he's from the UK...the mad cow scare). I cried when he told us about the complications...I wanted to ask so many questions but they all left my head when it was time for me to ask, I was to focused on what my baby will eventually be going through. We just got a letter from Sick Kids a week ago. We are going on June 1st to see the eye specialist at 8:45 (a lot of kids with cranio issues also have eye issues) then we meet out plastic surgeon Dr. Phillips at 10:45, and the CT scan at 11:30 which they will  be sedating her for. Dr. Kalkarni told us that Dr. Phillips is the one that is going to book the surgery, I'm going to see if I can get a time in September because I go back to work on Nov 1st. We were told that they only do the surgery when the baby is between 10 months and 1 year. Metopic is pretty rare compared to some of the other cranio problems. On the sick kids website it says it happened 1 in 10,000 births 3:1 boys vs girl....WHY THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN TO OUR DAUGHTER??? Especially with those odds?? I think someone above has a special plan for me, a bump in the road. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-5229611780558398674?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5229611780558398674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=5229611780558398674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/5229611780558398674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/5229611780558398674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2007/05/our-first-time-at-sick-kids-hospital.html' title='Our first time at Sick Kids Hospital'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596422910086004151.post-4662489978410764138</id><published>2007-05-21T20:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T20:19:08.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How it began</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/RlI2YNUq4LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xBXNoL9nXAQ/s1600-h/IMG_0144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067172320266346674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/RlI2YNUq4LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xBXNoL9nXAQ/s200/IMG_0144.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/RlI2YNUq4MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8caXnPJmMN8/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067172320266346690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/RlI2YNUq4MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/8caXnPJmMN8/s200/IMG_0001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/RlIzltUq4KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VVmicR8I4uo/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5067169253659697314" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/RlIzltUq4KI/AAAAAAAAAAk/VVmicR8I4uo/s200/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;Fiona Theresa Rhiannon was born Nov/16/06 she weighed 7lbs. 5oz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;She was born by c-section because she was in the breech position. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;When she was born the nurse told me that she would have a funny shaped head for a while because she was stuck under my rib cage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"&gt;She was (is) a pretty fussy baby. I had her to our wonderful family Doctor...Dr. Molnar and she sent us to a pediatrician, we found out that Fiona was a bit colic and also that her "metopic" plate in her skull had fused. Fiona was born with a noticeable ridge down her forehead to her nose. We asked the pediatrician what this meant and he told us not to worry...it was a "cosmetic" problem and just monitor it. Well I got home and started to Google "metopic" and what I found out is that it's only fixable by surgery. What the correct name for it is Metopic Craniosynostosis with trigonocephaly what it means in English is that the part of her skull in the front has fused early, this has caused her eyes to be very close together and he skull from above looks like a triangle shape. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00;font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3596422910086004151-4662489978410764138?l=fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4662489978410764138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3596422910086004151&amp;postID=4662489978410764138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/4662489978410764138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3596422910086004151/posts/default/4662489978410764138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fionasmetopicjourney.blogspot.com/2007/05/how-it-began.html' title='How it began'/><author><name>My Life as a Mom</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/SE7YM7_-UzI/AAAAAAAAADs/DcyTKD6n8wE/S220/Sick+Kids+walk1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BVn2kpX7Kc8/RlI2YNUq4LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/xBXNoL9nXAQ/s72-c/IMG_0144.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
