I blame Pinterest. Or Pioneer Woman. Southern Living magazine maybe. Either way, it was something else (not my normal good judgement) that at the last minute, caused me to abandon my plan as I stood in the frozen section of the grocery store last night. The intent for this year's Isolation Thanksgiving II was to perfect last year's turkey. After all, last year's plan worked (by worked, I mean that my turkey did not shrivel up a la Clark Griswold in National Lampoons Christmas Vacation). You ... View the Post
Most Popular Post Ever
I am privileged to be a contributor for a group called Preemie Babies 101. The site is meant to connect and support anyone who has had a preemie, at any gestation. I write for them about once every 2 months along with some other, very talented writers. My most recent article was posted yesterday and with our full day, I didn't have time to take a look. When I got home last night around midnight I had a note from the founder of Preemie Babies 101 telling me the article had taken off, that it had ... View the Post
365 Days.
On Friday, it happened. One year ago, on a muggy August morning, after 5 months of NICU life, we finally brought him home. His apnea monitor alarmed before we even got on the interstate. He wanted to make sure we remembered who was boss in this car. We said our teary goodbyes at the hospital. And the Ronald McDonald House. And our family of 3 was finally under one roof. The first month, Darrin and I spent sleepless nights watching his monitor. Listening to the hum of the oxygen concentrater ... View the Post
Downton Abbey Made Me Lose My Parking Ticket
It was totally Downton’s fault. In my last post I mentioned that I watch Downton Abbey when I’m on the treadmill (no commercials= happy). I am finishing up Season 3 and had just a few episodes left. So I decided that I had just enough time to get an early workout in before Darrin left for work and before I had to take T to the neurologist. So, I hopped on my frien-emy, the treadmill. But it was that episode. If you're a Downton watcher, you know the one. The one about an early delivery, ... View the Post
Better Than Fireworks
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
Room 211
The day after Tucker was born, we were sitting in our hospital room, my discharge only days away, and we were trying to figure out where we were going to stay. With traffic, it would take us a little under an hour to get to the hospital each day. I already hated being even 1 floor away from Tucker. Our plan was to call local hotels near the hospital and plead our case, explain our situation and hope they would give us a discount on a rate. Then there was a knock at the door. The NICU social ... View the Post
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