The boys turned 4 last month. They are so proud to be 4 and were telling everyone who would listen at first. It’s amazing how big they are and to try to remember how tiny they started out is hard. It’s like a distant dream at this point, which makes me sad because I wish I could remember it like it was yesterday – how tiny and vulnerable they were, how they would snuggle up on my chest and sleep for hours during “kangaroo care” in the NICU, how I would pump every 3 hours around the clock, record every session and make sure I was always one step ahead of their needs, how I wrote daily in my dairy their weights, their feed amounts, their milestones and their progress…
A friend recently had a baby at the hospital the boys were delivered. I had some leftover preemie clothes, so I took them with me to the hospital to donate to the NICU. The receptionist was kind, and I said they were just some things I wanted to give since my boys were once in the Special Care Nursery. She was so sweet and thankful that I started to get teary-eyed and had to leave. Continue reading »
I haven’t written in a while because I’ve been sick for four weeks now. It’s insane. I had a cough for 2.5 weeks, that felt like it was clearing, but then it all moved to my head and I couldn’t breathe through the non-stop congestion. I started getting tooth and sinus pain, so I went to my doctor at 3.5 weeks after it all started and he gave me antibiotics. I’m done with those, and am still sick! It’s just miserable.
Anyhow, I had my DVR appointment this morning. It was much better than I anticipated. I actually feel hopeful again! Continue reading »
Fourteen years ago today, my childhood friend died from injuries sustained in an accident. He was 16 years old and had been coming home from football practice with a friend. He was the passenger and had his head resting slightly out the window to get some air, as he did not feel well. As fate would have it, a groundhog ran in front of the car, the driver swerved to miss it and at that very moment, they were passing a large mailbox. My friend’s head hit that mailbox and the resulting injuries proved fatal. Continue reading »
It’s been what, two months since I last posted? And so much has gone on since then…
Ace got sick in early July. Really, really sick. After 4 days of fevers over 102, I took him to the pediatrician after hours on Wednesday, July 8. She listened to his chest, said his lungs were clear, it was a bad virus and gave him eye drops for pink eye. That was this day:
Right now, I am sitting on an airplane on my way to Chicago. I’ve come to the conclusion that reading makes me sick, I can’t sleep, and I suck at Spider Solitaire, so I may as well blog. It’s been a while.
First let me say that this is probably the most uncomfortable I have ever been on an airplane. My butt hurts so bad, and I’m in a middle seat, so the people next to me are probably tired of my fidgeting. But as tired as they may be of me, I am tired of the lady in front of me who is loud, rude and unfortunately, thinks she’s pretty funny. Awesome.
I guess someone near our row has a little gas problem (I have a suspicion it’s the sleeping old guy two rows back) and it’s bad enough we have to sit here and smell it, but then rude lady in front of me has to sit there and bellow on, “Oh my God! Can’t people do that elsewhere? It smells like they DIED! UGH!” She thinks she’s funny, and let me tell you, Calista would get an earful from me if she ever carried on like that. And to think this woman is in her 30′s or 40′s. She must be so proud of herself!
Anyhow, I left off just before Calista’s Kindergarten graduation. It was very cute. They all had little caps and sashes on, and they stood on the bleachers and sang some songs. At one point, a little boy fell off of the back of the bleachers America’s-Funniest-Home-Videos style and the whole program halted as his parents retrieved him and he shuffled into the audience embarrassed. Poor kid! Continue reading »
Life’s been stressful and hectic, to say the least.
It’s getting hot which means time for swimming, which is great, but swimming with a 5 year old and twin 20 month-olds is not an easy feat. We’re working on mastering that one. Yesterday, I took them with their little baby boats to ride in, but Nate hated his. He kept signing “done” and when I finally took him out, Ace decided he needed out, too (even though he’d been having a grand old time until that point). Then I was stuck trying to hold both of them and of course Nate ended up going under… Continue reading »