I spent this morningâ€™s commute trying to explain to my sons the concept of death. Continue reading
Category Archives: Angels
Sometimes life takes a turn and you are left with no words with which to express your emotion. When you are a writer, this can pose a problem.
I first â€œmetâ€ Diana from Hormonal Imbalances on Twitter. She had just been admitted to the hospital; her water had broken at 18 weeks gestation with her twin boys. From there on out, I was emotionally attached to her story. I wanted those boys to make it. I wanted her to hold on and defy the statistics â€“ if for no other reason than to show hospital administrators up for thinking her an emotional pregnant basket case. Â Continue reading
It was 6 a.m. The phone rang.
â€œGrandma passed away last night.â€
I didnâ€™t cry.
I got the boys ready for school. I got ready for work. I followed my routine. It was Jan. 22, 2012. Continue reading
And once the storm is over, you wonâ€™t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You wonâ€™t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you wonâ€™t be the same person who walked in.
– Haruki Murakami
Prematurity is an experience no one really thinks about when they embark upon the adventure of parenthood. And itâ€™s not one anyone wants. But once fate flings such a twist our way, we find ourselves part of the secret society we never asked to pledge. Continue reading
There has definitely been a general funk surrounding us all lately. Depression, crankiness, corporate intrigueâ€¦even The Bloggess noted we may all be on a similar cycle.
For me personally, part of my present struggle has to do with the rabbit hole of this time period â€“ the blur that leads up to my inauguration as a preemie parent some two years ago.
Itâ€™s certainly been an adventure. Continue reading
Guess what I was doing two years ago today. No cheating. Wow. You totally just cheated.
But yes. We are going right back down this rabbit hole. And fair warning â€“ we likely have many years ahead of us doing the exact same thing. So prepare to tuck and roll folks, itâ€™s gonna be a bumpy ride.
Two years ago today I wandered the halls of a hospital looking for the Labor and Delivery unit. (Which, by the by, they hide on the top floor â€“ that makes no sense.) They hooked me up to machines. And we waited. And then I was admitted. It didnâ€™t look good.
I still vividly remember Dr. Meyer shaking his head at me. â€œNot viable.â€ He was not a doctor who gave me warm fuzzies.
It was April 22. I was 22 weeks pregnant. Continue reading
A beautiful boy.
Gabriel James Elder. Meaning â€œhero of God.â€
April 16, 2012 at 16:58 hours to parents Jennifer and Ryan and big brothers Michael and Brady Elder.
4 pounds. 11.5 ounces. 18.5 inches.
Heavenâ€™s newest angel. Continue reading
Good news. Iâ€™ve secured the muppets dates to prom. It will be a twinsplosion of adorableness.
Remember the Lovelies? Back in February, Maureen announced was pregnant. And there were two. Twins! To reiterate: DOUBLE TROUBLE IS TAKING OVER Yâ€™ALL!
Identical girls. (Destroy, aka Casanova, is *thrilled* â€“ remember boys, only date girls whose daddyâ€™s have less guns than yours.)
And then a week after we celebrated, I received the news about their 12-week ultrasound â€“ that magical entry point into the second trimester when everything is supposed to be ok. It wasn’t. Continue reading