I do not like needles. At all. (Granted, I had to suck that one up right quick when we got into this whole infertility debacle.)
I do not like people stealing my blood. That’s right. I said stealing. My blood. MINE! Continue reading
Blood Red Bloodsuckers and Babies
Wineconed Wednesday – He Who Must Not Be Named Edition
This week, over at A Nervous Tic Motion…
You may have heard about this week’s controversy – a certain political shock jock thought it would be a good idea to resort to grade school name-calling, presumably to bolster ratings. Continue reading
Where I Was When I Wasn’t Here
Aside from the hospital runs to medicate the hell out of pneumonia of course… I’ve been flitting around, spreading the word that double trouble’s taking over.
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What’s My Name Again?
I am pleased to share that after this past week’s adventures in p-neumonia, cadet has now been prescribed Amoxicillin. (You ever feel we’re facing a future where many of the greatest great band names will come be the direct result of Auto Correct? I can see it now: Cadet – with lead guitarist, Search Stream.) Continue reading
Respiratory Distress
I got the call this afternoon that the fever was back. 101.7.
Dammit.
Back on the phone with the doctor. “You know, we typically like to see them if the fever remains for over 72 hours,” the advice nurse informed me. I reminded her that we’d just been there and was now calling back per medical instruction. Continue reading
To the Germs Presently Invading My Baby
It makes my heart hurt to see my little man lying next to me listlessly. Breath heavy, cheeks flushed. Those sad eyes only a child can wield.
It’s only a cold. It’s only the flu. It should break soon. He should feel better soon. It could be worse. Continue reading
Wineconed Wednesday – Leap Year Edition
Because it takes the Earth a little longer than a year to travel around the sun (365 days, 5 hours, 48 minutes, and 46 seconds, to be exact) an extra day was added to the calendar to make up for lost time. (Ha. Ha. Get it?)
“I mark the hours every one nor have I yet outrun the sun. My use and value unto you are gauged by what you have to do.”
Me? I’m ready for March. Continue reading
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Sick Muppets are Sad
Worst cold and flu season. Ever. To be continued from the Sunday Post – the muppets are sick again.
To be fair, this is only the second one they’ve endured. And that whole preemie thing put us mostly in isolation for the last one – minus the doctor visits for RSV shots and ER runs for the sniffles when Mommy panicked. So we don’t really have a HUGE comparison.
So, being the wild child(s) we are, we enrolled the muppets in daycare. Because nothing says maturity like a runny nose lasting five months. Straight. Continue reading
A Wild Wine Country Weekend
The group text read, “I just want to let you all know how special you really are…I shaved my legs for you guys. My husband’s pretty jealous.”
Did you miss me this weekend? Some of the mama’s made an escape to wine country. Sans kiddos. Continue reading