late at night

It's foggy and dark at 1:00 a.m. tonight as I sit overlooking our street, a streetlight suddenly going out and leaving the neighborhood looking desolate. Moriah can't sleep after her feeding over an hour and a half ago, and neither can I.

I am unable to write in the last few days. This hardly ever happens to me, as you can imagine (sort of like Melissa being unable to talk--it just doesn't happen, hardly ever). But the last few days have been so tiring and so stress-filled that words just won't come.

To ease the minds of family and friends, however, we are all still alive here at Team Winchell headquarters. Moriah is recovering well and we're enjoying her return to smiles and a (usually) regular cycle of sleep. However, we have been challenged by some issues this week that we cannot share publically, and beg your prayers as we take some time to be silent, to seek wisdom, and to heal.

Thanks for your understanding, friends.

at home

Moriah is definitely on the mend here at home. Yesterday, "on the mend" meant a lot of fussiness...I think she was just plain uncomfortable. Those you who've had surgeries know how annoying even a scar can be, so I can't imagine how uncomfortable Moriah must feel, with a scar covering a broken sternum and a healing heart, even with Tylenol. It was a LONG day...she wouldn't sleep, and cried a ton, which is very unlike her. She did finally get a good night's sleep last night, and seems to be back on track today, returning to her usual 3-hour rhythmic cycle. The visiting nurse made her first visit this morning and we were happy to discover that Moriah weighs over 10 pounds now--since her surgery, she's been eating like a champ! And the nurse confirmed that despite Moriah's fussiness, she looks and sounds great.

I'm definitely recovering after the intense week of surgery last week, and am off to recuperate today, alone, while Jason stays home with Moriah. I'm hoping to find a quiet place for reflection and prayer, a good lunch, and a nap.