I'd like to issue a small complaint. About complainers. If you've read this blog for very long, you know that I back away from doing public service announcements. I try not to post "Don't Do This" or "Things You Shouldn't Say" lists. Mostly because, ahem. I've done it or said it. Soap boxes are slippery that way. I've been insensitive. I've opened my mouth without thinking. I've uttered the completely wrong sentiment to someone who is going through something of which I have no understanding. ... View the Post
The Arch Enemy of Preemies
I was either stupid enough or brave enough to visit Target on a Saturday a few weeks ago. We needed baby food. And they have the widest variety. (Read: they have throw pillows and cute earrings). My mind was tired by the time I got to the checkout. Mentally trying to add up the contents of my cart in my head is hard work, yo. The checkout cashier was chatty, in the friendly man-she-really-likes-her-job kinda way. I liked her. It was refreshing. Until this: Chatty: "Wow, you have a lot of ... View the Post
Lifting the Veil
I knew. In my heart (the one that was beating out of my chest) I knew. It was when she didn't turn on the TV immediately that I began to hold my breath. She was supposed to turn it on so we could see. But when she didn't, I knew there was a problem. We had been there two weeks earlier and the ultrasound technician had almost immediately turned on the TV. The screen lit up with a tiny blob, and more importantly she pointed out a smaller visibly pulsating...heart. It was beating happily, the ... View the Post
When You Lose Your Sticky
I'm a list maker. I have a calendar that synchs with my phone, my IPAD, my computer, my husband's calendar and most importantly, my head. I'm usually pretty good at mentally keeping post it note reminders stuck in my brain, recalling them at the right moment and completing the task. Current state of having an 18 month old notwithstanding, my normal nature is to be organized. Unless you look in my car. Or my closet. But sometimes friends, it just ain't enough. You feeling me? This week the ... View the Post
Statistics of a Preemie Playdate
Statistics. I took one course of Elementary Statistics in college and barely passed. Most days the words coming out of the professor's mouth, while clearly the English language, did not come together in my brain as anything comprehensible. The scientific process by which you gather, analyze, interpret and present credible quantifiable data? Not my thing. I've told you before, Darrin does the math in this family. But in a medical crisis, statistics mean everything. Don't they? A few weekends ... View the Post
Planet Reality
So, it was a big weekend for Team Hucks. On Friday, we had the unbelievable opportunity to speak to a crowd of 20,000 Ronald McDonald supporters. It was quite an experience, and maybe one of the coolest things we've done, ever. We told Tucker's story and gave much deserved praise for the Ronald McDonald House that served our family for 5 months. We love that house so much and were honored to be able to speak about the perfectness of it's mission. It was surreal and wonderful. Tucker got a ... View the Post
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