October 28, 2013
We wandered down the sidewalk, taking moments to break free in the late-October sunshine to play unstructured games of tag and catch on the lawn. I was watching them; I made sure no tiny person darted into the street.
The muppets were laughing uproariously. And I had a moment of eye-rolling ironic realization that we’d better get all games of tag out of our system now. Because it’s probably not going to be allowed when my boys get to elementary school. Continue reading →
April 26, 2013
To hell with statistics.
The number one question I hear from those familiar with our journey from prematurity through where we are today is, “What are the odds?”
But the truth is – statistics do not matter when you’re living them. All you want is for your child to be ok – whether a 90 percent survival rate or 9. Continue reading →
March 18, 2013
It was a glorious 72-degree day. The sun was shining. The boys were sound asleep. I was having some quiet “me” time. What more could you want from a Sunday?
Perhaps I’ll write…but what about…
“Don’t worry! I got this,” thundered the universe around me.
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March 13, 2013
The evening rolls around. I have big plans.
I will cook a fresh and healthy meal. I will bathe the boys. I will engage in educational interactive play. I will read them a bedtime story. They will fall contentedly asleep.
I will then complete a productive cardio and strength-toning workout, clean and tidy the house before sitting down with a relaxing glass of zin to write a post so witty and insightful that the blog will go viral and result in a book deal.
Spoiler alert: This has never happened. This will never happen. Continue reading →
November 9, 2012
I have a swollen nose and can’t tell if those dark lines under my eyes are dark circles or black eyes.
Last week I was head-butted by a toddler trying to get a better view of Papa in the iPad. Homeboy made CONTACT; it was a direct hit to my nose. I heard a crack. I saw stars. I tasted blood. I felt as though I’d just received a full body blow from one of the boys’ beloved Big Trucks. Continue reading →
September 30, 2012
And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’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 it’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 →
April 26, 2012
The Bloggess said it best. Depression is a lying bastard.
I’ve found myself struggling with another “episode” lately. It started a couple weeks ago – sneaking up on me when I wasn’t paying attention. I don’t think you’d really notice by looking at me. I’m still fully functional.
But those close to me did start thinking I was acting a little off. I was being weird(er). Continue reading →