I love fireworks. No, for real. I LOVE fireworks. Last year, 4th of July was THE date. The date that was uttered after almost 4 months of being in the NICU. It had been casually mentioned the week before, at doctor's rounds, while Darrin and I sat at Tucker's bedside, like we did most mornings listening to round reports for Tucker. Wednesdays were "big rounds". Big rounds, as the name suggests, included a big group-so many in fact, that they couldn't all fit around the baby's bedside. The ... View the Post
Here We Go A Caroling
Christmas Eve. Me. Two Boys. A few Pinterest recipes, White Christmas and technology. No family. No cousins. Or Neighbors. No Grandparents. Or friends. Just a small, perfect, party of 3. It was not what I pictured. Way back when. Way back when we first started trying for a family. Blissfully naive to the notion of 'unexplained' infertility. To loss. To a place called the NICU. Nope. Not what I imagined at all. Our house that first Christmas with a new baby would be crowded. We would show off our ... View the Post