The latest with the Ramiri

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David is ill.
Melissa caught it.
Eli has it.
Sophia's dodging it. Not an easy task, to say the least.
Sophia is singing a solo in her school talent show. She is 6. Singing a song from HSM 1. Two of her classmates "tried out" for the show. Their acts were both telling jokes.
Eli has a new bump on his arm with the rod that we noticed about bedtime last night. It alarmed us. David and Eli made a trip to the ER last night just to check it out. They released him. X-rays are on the fed ex truck to the Shriner's Hospital in Shreveport for the expert check.
Eli's surgical plans: he will have one thumb worked on, then the other, then his feet removal, then his leg straightening...in that order. First of the list likely in August, maybe earlier.
Eli's favorite words: Eah (Sophia), paci, daddy, out (to go outside) and go.
Eli loves to take walks in his stroller. He loves to be outside. I am glad for that.
Eli still doesn't have glasses, but we are working on it.
No word on the electric "wheel" chair. Will follow up on that.
Eli got a hair cut a few weeks ago...so cute.

Keep praying:
Wellness for the Ramiri family. We are weary.
Eli remains infection free and gets to keep that rod till the next surgery. Complete surgical success.
Peace in our family.

I love you all,
Melissa

Comments

Anonymous said…
Glad I thought to check your blog before calling it a day. You put it all in and did a good job of it. We love you and hope to be there as we go through these steps to good health and happiness. Pray you can all be well NOW.
April 30, 2009 at 11:42 PM
Hewett Happenings said…
I have been thinking about you a lot the past couple of days. You know, if your family wasn't so nice and thought you had to share everything... Seriously, praying everyone is well soon.

Sophia - Break a leg!! Make sure mom or dad gets video to post. Also, keep dodging the sickness. YOU ROCK!!

Eli - Can't wait to see the new "do". Praying your bump isn't anything major. Don't be too worried about the thumb surgery. Hannah has had it done twice, and it wasn't too bad.

Praying for your family.
May 1, 2009 at 9:24 AM
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