We had only, in the few days prior, begun to come out of the fog and shock of wrapping our heads around the realization that we had a 1lb baby in critical condition in ICU. And we understood very clearly that he was going to be there for a long, long time. It was around day 10 of Tucker’s life and we were beginning to learn the NICU. What each of the 10 wires or tubes were, what the beeps meant on the monitor, what beeps were more urgent and significant than others, the schedule of the NICU. We ... View the Post
Leaps couches in a single bound
But for the lone balloon still attached to Tucker's high chair, the birthday month and all the emotions that came with it is over. We're back to appointments, Final Four and Masters watching and the most exciting thing...the last month of isolation. This is kind of a technical post but I wanted to give a little update on T's recent appointments. So, sorry for the maybe dry, medical term filled post. It's about to get all Grey's Anatomy up in here. Here's a rundown of the appointment ... View the Post
The Very Hungry (sometimes angry) Caterpillar
"The mightiest oak began as a tough little nut that just held it's ground." Our tough little nut turned 1 last weekend. We celebrated in the most perfect way Tucker's 365 days. It was. Poignant. Triumphant. Beautiful. For a moment, sad. But mostly perfect. When T was in the NICU we read the Very Hungry Caterpillar book to him nearly every day. It was a story fitting for a preemie. About a very tiny newborn caterpillar who bursts forth on a Sunday morning and is, very...well, hungry. He eats ... View the Post
The day. Why it’s hard. And awesome.
On my birthday every year, my mom calls me-around noon usually, and says, " This was it, 30...(er something) years ago, you arrived! Right at lunchtime! It was the happiest day ever!". My grandmother usually calls too- she recounts her favorite story from that day-the day she forgot her own telephone number because she was so excited that I finally arrived (I was 8 days late). She went to call my grandad-but in her elation, she couldn't remember her home telephone number. I can hear, even after ... View the Post
Farewell Living Room
I swore I'd never do it. I would be different. Nope, I wouldn't let it happen. Yet here I am. Writing this post from what used to be, my semi- stylish, Pottery Barn meets Home Goods living room. Last week I waved goodbye to my cute coffee table. The one I splurged and bought with my first adult pay check. The oh-so-classic arm chair for the sometimes-used "reading nook"? Gone-zo. The doors to our oversized antique armoire, the shelves of which, just last week displayed my awesome TJ Maxx finds ... View the Post
We love you back.
First of all, I was overwhelmed with both personal and public responses to my last post-thank you so much for your comments. I debated on whether to post about this struggle that is so personal. You made me feel less exposed by saying in a lot of different ways-"We feel ya sister." So from one sturdy girl to all you other make-up-less, pony-tailed girls out there-thank you :) So, this week I had fun news to share remember? Welp, as the world of isolation turns, the fun news was postponed ... View the Post
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