Fall is ringing the doorbell at our house. Bought a mum last weekend (as it gave a sad, knowing look to his friends when I put it in the cart). It's barely hanging on, perched on my front porch, also known as the place where plants go to die. But I love fall, so I'll buy another one today and probably at least one more before Halloween. The last two years fall brought with it the dreaded isolation, but not this fall. We're free. To enjoy fall festivals, go trick or treating, find pumpkins on a ... View the Post
I Take It Back
I've seen so many of your posts with pictures of your little ones starting school. Y'all got some ridiculous cute kids. Such a big milestone. We also, coincidentally this week, got the letter in the mail telling us that Tucker was close to aging out of Early Intervention (say what?) and that we'll be getting a visit from the school system to assess where we'll go from here to track his milestones and potential learning plan. After I checked the names on the envelope, realized that they hadn't ... View the Post
Summer Fun List
A whole month without a post. How did that happen? I've missed you, missed this space where we've connected about preemies, NICU Life, rookie parent stunts, butter cream and other random subjects I've covered with my grammatical inventions. My excuse is good. We've been filling up our days and nights marking stuff off our Summer Fun List. I made it as soon as we ripped the last day off the isolation calendar. Remember isolation? This year was rough, yo. Last summer, we were still pretty cautious ... View the Post
The First Time
We rounded the corner after scrubbing in for the obligatory 3 minutes. As we neared the fourth pod, I saw that the neonatologist was sitting on a stool right beside Tucker’s isolette. We were only 4 days new to the NICU experience. But I knew enough to know that if the neonatologist was camped out at our isolette, it probably wasn't good news. We walked up and I peered in at the teeny 1 pounder. The impossibly small human behind the plexiglass was jerking his twig thin leg, in an unnatural ... View the Post
The 8 Year Gap
For those of you expecting Heather’s normal wit and charm, please don’t be disappointed. It’s Father’s Day so it’s my yearly opportunity to post on Team Hucks. Today is the third Father’s Day that I get to celebrate as a Dad. I’ll have to say they get better every year. But for 8 years, this day meant very little. I lost my dad to an ugly battle with cancer in January of 2003. For 8 years I had no father here to celebrate this special day. For 8 years I had no children of my own to ... View the Post
Always Buy a Dozen
“It’ll be no big deal.”, she said. “Just a few hours, he’ll be fine.”, she said. “What could go wrong?”, she said. She=Me. He=Tucker. And I am here to tell you, wrong=almost everything. The scene: My office after a therapy appointment. I needed to get just a few things done at the office, and his appointment was only 10 minutes away. We live a little less than an hour from my office (and this appointment), so instead of driving him home, then driving back to work, I brilliantly ... View the Post
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