Sadbh woke up at 6:24 and
immediately instructed me to get up because she was hungry. She had a very
restful night and did not need to be suctioned whatsoever. Danielle tried to
cap Sadbh’s trach but was unsuccessful.
Sadbh and I hung out for a
couple of hours eating breakfast and playing before Katie came down.
It was a very wet morning
but we were determined to make the most of the day.
After a nice bath Sadbh
allowed us to do trach care and she was very relaxed watching Julie Garland
singing “Somewhere over the rainbow” from The Wizard of Oz. She watched it a
few times before getting bored and then we switched it over to Iz singing his
version of it.
Thankfully trach care went
well so we packed up all of Sadbh’s equipment and headed over to Ballard to
check out the farmers market.
It was the first time in
ages that we were out of the house so early and Sadbh was in a fantastic mood.
The weather started to clear
when we arrived and the place was mobbed. A street busker entertained Sadbh and
she danced along to the music.
Soon we meet up with
Ali-Baba and Kirk and Sadbh was off up the street holding Ali-Baba’s hand.
Along the way Sadbh, Katie
and Ali-Baba stopped off in a toy store where Sadbh found a cool xylophone. She
started playing around with it and instantly made some really pleasant sounds,
almost as if she knew what she was doing.
Unfortunately, I was outside
looking after the stroller and her equipment so I missed out on the musical
extravaganza, however Katie managed to video record her performance.
By the time we were done at
the market Sadbh was starting to get tired. We hoped that she would nap in her
stroller but she was too excited so we headed off for a spin in the car.
Together with Ali-Baba, we drove
up to “The Bluff” above Sunset Hill overlooking the water. Sadbh ran around on the grass, picking
little daisies and watching airplanes and boats go by.
After we took Ali-Baba home,
we headed over to Fremont to check out the market there. We hoped she would
doze off in the car, but she had no intention. By now, Sadbh was very cranky and we could not do anything
to keep her happy. She even lost one of her binkies in the canal and she looked
in horror as it sank below the surface.
We had a few back up binkies
so she did not have to worry for long.
Our efforts to get her to
sleep were failing so we again loaded up the car to head home. Within a few
seconds of starting the car she was in a deep sleep so we headed back to
Ballard to get something to eat.
We found a nice quite
restaurant and ordered our food. But wouldn’t you know it, as soon as the food
arrived, so did Princess Angry Bird, and she was furious. There was nothing we
could do to cheer her up and it took almost thirty minutes before she clamed
down.
She made friends with a
young woman at the next table. She was full of smiles and chatter and at one
point she said “I’m all better, I see Dr. Inglis”.
The woman had no idea what
Sadbh was talking about, but Sadbh kept on talking to her and was finally in a
good mood.
Things only got better when
Cormac and Clodagh stopped by with Derek. Sadbh was so excited to see her
friends.
They were meeting up with
Aidan, Dee and Brian up the street for pizza so we all headed out to meet up
with the gang.
The kids all had a great
time and had fun dancing and greeting all the other patrons as they came into
the restaurant.
Sadbh wore her trach cap the
entire time she was hanging out with her friends and she acted as if she did
not have it on.
When it came time to leave
Sadbh looked very sad.
Just before bedtime she had
a yogurt and immediately starting to play with her food. Using her spoon she
started to cover her fingers in yogurt claiming that she was “finger painting”.
I think she got the concept of finger paining mixed up somehow, although it was
quite insightful of her nevertheless.
Bedtime was very easy
tonight and Sadbh put herself to sleep. She was fast asleep moments after putting
her head down so we tried capping her trach to see how she would do.
All the best,
Wayne, Katie and Sadbh.
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