I love feet. Not big, grown-up, hair-in-strange-places, please-move-those-away-from-me-now feet, but little, baby, toes-like-tiny-pearls-all-in-a row, so-good-to-nibble-on feet. Whenever my kids go in for their milestone photo shoots I always make sure the photographer takes a shot of their feet. Strange? Maybe. But it's become tradition, and there is just too much momentum behind it to turn back now.
I was particularly excited to get a good shot of McKay's feet at our most recent photo op. To me his tootsies have become the barometer of our daily progress; a mood ring of sorts for days when I wonder if I should worry. They change shades often, but I've taken to calling my little man "Pinky Pinkerton" for as rosy as his piggies have seemed of late. That was until I got our pictures back.
You see, when McKay is alone his feet seem to glow with tones one would expect from a baby dubbed with such a warm-hued nickname.
I was particularly excited to get a good shot of McKay's feet at our most recent photo op. To me his tootsies have become the barometer of our daily progress; a mood ring of sorts for days when I wonder if I should worry. They change shades often, but I've taken to calling my little man "Pinky Pinkerton" for as rosy as his piggies have seemed of late. That was until I got our pictures back.
You see, when McKay is alone his feet seem to glow with tones one would expect from a baby dubbed with such a warm-hued nickname.
But when compared to the feet of the fully oxygenated, it's, well, a bit alarming.
Hmmm. We do indeed have more work to do. Indeed.
6 comments:
You, my friend, are such a great writer. I love the words you use to describe your kids. So perfect...the way you describe their cute little feet. He is such a gorgeous boy, Mindi. Can't wait to actually meet him in person. :)
I agree with the comment above...love reading your posts!
I notice Joshua's blueness in pictures much moreso than in person. But, blue or pink ya gotta love them!
Isn't that the truth...same here with Miss Maddie! I always think she looks pink until she's up close to her brothers or another babe, then wow...I'm reminded of the blueness. Our little chameleon baby's!!!
McKay looks so good. Stockton was reading this post with me and asked me if McKay was not sick anymore. I told him that his heart would always be different than a normal heart is but that he was really doing well. He said, "Oh, kind of like Carey Christensen's brain?" Well....I guess kind of like that! Regardless, it is so wonderful to see him looking so healthy, blueish toes and all!
ohhh...don't worry. did you read my last post about blue-ness? I'm embracing it wholeheartedly (woops, really didn't mean to use that pun, but going to leave it since it just tumbled out of my brain!).
did you know when these kids recover from the Fontan and the fensestration (that being the last hurdle) their sat will be n.o.r.m.a.l.
There will come a time when we struggle to remember how blue our babies were.
hugs
xoxo
I love this post! I feel the same way about Jack. Until I see him in a photo with another pink healthy baby I forget that he really is a little bit blue. I like to tell him that changing colors is just one of his super powers that comes from having half a heart.
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