2 Minutes Later
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Hey! Look at me! I don't know how I managed to do it, seeing as I've only posted one poem in the last 2-ish months or so, but I've been named Poetisphere's Poet of the Week!
If you write poetry, or enjoy reading it, and have no idea what I'm talking about, you should head over to Poetisphere, started by Billy, and have a look!
Yeah, we bought rum and coke, but somehow, I just don't feel like drinking anything. It isn't even that I can't because of feeding Nova because I've got enough in the fridge and freezer to feed him for two weeks easily. I could afford a couple of pump-n-dumps to keep Nova sober. It's just a weird thing that happens with me - I want to drink for weeks at a time (months in this case, I craved rum for the last 3 or 4 months of my pregnancy) and once I actually get the alcohol, I suddenly lose the urge to drink. Guess I'm getting too old for the partying. Seriously. I mean, just a few years ago, like 3 1/2 or 4, I was perfectly fine to work a 14 hour shift, go out to the club, stay up all night drinking, and go back to work the next day with no sleep, and work another 14 hour shift - and not really feel it. But then, I've said it before - the last few years have not treated me well. I'm just getting old, and that's all there is to it.
I'll probably have one spiked eggnog, or maybe one rum -n- coke, just to toast in the new year - but I don't think I'm really in the spirit (for the spirits) To be honest, I'm just in the spirit for sleep. You see, I don't sleep when I'm pregnant, I call it gestational insomnia. Mostly it's just because I have Restless Leg Syndrome that only shows up when I'm pregnant, and keeps me awake for days at a time, literally. Normally, it works to prepare me for the sleepless nights a new mother goes through, but this time, I had 2 weeks of post-pregnancy, non-RLS nights, and apparently, I got spoiled by all that sleep I was able to get. Sucks for me, but you'd think I'd have readjusted in the last 2 weeks eh?
Nope. And if I had any money, I'd pay every damn penny of it to sleep 8 hours straight - even though I actually can't sleep more than 3 hours at a time, lest I screw up the whole moo-machine regimen.
OK, yeah, in case you didn't notice, I'm tired, I'm in a crappy mood, and I'm presently feeling selfish, sorry for myself, and terribly whiney. (Somebody needs a nap. . .)
Friday, December 30, 2005
Maybe I'm just an ass, but, um, HULLO!? A.) It IS thrush (as evidenced by the fact that it's clearing up already, after just 1 day on the Nystatin) and B.) If he doesn't think it's thrush, why would he write the Rx?
While I had Nova in the examining room, Ma had Terra in the waiting room - where she peed her pants twice. I think it was an early case of 'showing out' out of jealousy. She loves the little guy, but yeah, the jealousy that I knew was inevitable but hoped to avoid is showing its ugly little head.
After the pediatrician, we came home, ate lunch, and Scott came home to get us to the cardiologist appointment. Dr. Bensky is very nice and Nova really seems to like him. He took an o2 sat. reading on Nova, and it was a bit lower than it had been in the hospital, but Nova was taking a bottle at the time, which causes the number to be lower. He didn't seem concerned by the drop, and made another appointment for 2 weeks. He'll be seeing him every 2 weeks unless things seem to get worse. When we go back, they'll have consulted with all the various doctors and decided a bit more about exactly what they'll be doing for Nova and when, but Dr. Bensky says that he'll be going back for another heart cath in February to ensure that the collateral vessels haven't gotten any smaller. We had been led to believe that those vessels wouldn't get any smaller, that those vessels couldn't shrink or change, but that he could outgrow their ability to provide adequate oxygenation. It seems like every time we see one of his doctors, we get a different story than before, and to be honest, it's very frustrating. There just shouldn't be a time when I'm unsure of what's going on with Nova or his condition, period. When we go back, I'll have many questions, and I'll be very insistant that they be answered completely.
Aside from that, he seems to be doing very well, gaining weight rather nicely lol, he's up to 8lbs 8.4 ozs, and 21 1/2 inches. That's an inch and a half and nearly two pounds in a little less than a month! And yes, he's 4 weeks old today. A grand 28 days, and doing the things a 28 day old baby should do. You wouldn't think that there would be a lot of difference between a 2 week old and a 4 week old would you? But there is, and since we've only had him home for 2 weeks, it's hard to remember that he's actually a month old and doing things he's supposed to be doing, like spending several hours consecutively awake and alert, or making little baby noises.
It's all going so quickly, too damned quickly.
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
So let's see - on Christmas Eve Jon called me - Jon von Nottingham of Moontown fame that is. I get seriously tickled when he calls. I have so much respect for him, not to mention that I just flat out adore him. And for him to call and not only wish me a Merry Christmas, but to reassure me about Nova's health, well, considering that it's his first Christmas since losing his daghter, it meant a lot to hear from him. God knows I wasn't thinking much about calling other people to wish them a Merry anything the year Alexis died.
Yesterday I went to the doctor and got all the final stuff done to get my tubal scheduled. I will be sterile as of the 26th of January. I have mixed emotions about that, but more positive than negative. I might actually fully enjoy sex again once I don't have to worry about getting pregnant again! I'll probably also be a little lost afterward, and a lot scared before hand because I really have an aversion to any kind of surgical procedure. I'm chicken shit :)
I got a package from Ang today. My GOD there was so much stuff in that box! I probably won't have to buy a thing for him other than diapers for MONTHS! And she sent me this sling/front carrier thing that absolutely kicks ass! He loves it, all snuggled against my chest while I do my stuff - cooking, cleaning, whatever. I actually have TWO hands at all times, and thanks to Ang, might just manage to get something DONE around here lol. And the clothes that were in there, good lord, seriously, so MUCH stuff - and a lot of it was gowns! I love gowns, they're so much simpler for diaper changes! And lemme tell ya, this boy believes in making some dirty diapers, Mucho mierda! But there's another good thing about a breastfed baby - the poop doesn't stink like a formula fed baby :) :) (and spit up doesn't stain either!)
I think Nova has thrush, but I also think I might be a little overly paranoid about him... He isn't acting like he has thrush, but his tongue is all white - but his gums and lips aren't, and he eats just fine. . . Anyway, I made an appointment for the morning so I'll know for sure. I know I worry too much with him, and over-react where he is concerned, but better safe than sorry, and to be honest, with the heart condition, I don't know how well he'd tolerate a fungal infection, you know? So much of healing is about circulation and oxygenation - which he, as healthy as he is, has a diminished circulatory system which would effect his ability to recuperate. So it's to the pediatrician at 10:45am in the morning. Then at 2:15 we have to go see the cardiologist. Busy day tomorrow. I've seen more doctors in the last few months than I ever have before, and I figure that will continue to be the case for quite some time.
Today, Terra called Kassi an asshole. Twice. I don't even know where she heard it. I won't lie, we cuss, probably more than most, but asshole isn't one of our favorite words... I mean, if she said damn shit or hell, I wouldn't be all that surprised, but asshole isn't something we say a lot, so I don't know where that came from.
Speaking of Terra and asses... she caught a peek at Nova when I was changing his diaper yesterday. At 2, she has no idea what the physical difference between boys and girls is... so, seeing that he was so completely different than she is, decided that obviously something was wrong with him, and proclaimed that, "him's butt's fallin' out!" Apparently, the way she sees it, he has parts on the outside that are just supposed to be inside, Maybe she wanted a sister?
OK, well, I think that's all I can think of for now, and the moo machine calls (check me out, I managed to do two things at once and fed Nova while I typed! Yay me!) and after that, I really need to fold the 2 loads of laundry that are in my livingroom chair... I've been aiming myself in that direction for hours but haven't actually FOLDED them yet... can anyone say procrastination?
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Then we overdosed on desserts, because as far as we're concerned, Christmas isn't about presents, it's about CHOCOLATE - in its various forms of course. Chocolate cream pie, chocolate peanut butter cake, fudge, candy, chocolate chip cookies... And this year my mother made the one dessert that her father used to make every Christmas - Raisin Pie. I wasn't thrilled, but it seemed to make her feel all warm fuzzy/nostalgic/happy.
I haven't yet found the time or energy to crop and fix and upload the Christmas pics, but soon, I promise. There's one of Nova in one of the outfits that Erin sent that is absolutely edible!. The rest, well, it was 5 am (don't even ask) and most of us were pretty much asleep through the gift-unwrapping bit. But later on we got some decent pics, and those I'll share with you... Soon.
I forgot, apparently, how exhausting it can be to have a newborn. I also apparently forgot how to multi-task. Too much to do, too little me to go around!
The moon sat - Buddha,
fat and cross-legged, sagging
the horizon, contemplating
the world spread out below -
December pale, frosted
with the fine ash of incense
burnt on wasted prayers, and
somewhere in the distance
a bell chimed.
This is a partial poem that was composed in the truck on the way to the hospital the morning of Nova's heart cath, it was 5:30 in the morning and still dark, with a huge low-slung full moon. It took me all day just to find something to jot this bit down on - and the day was such a long tiring fiasco of a day that it never really got finished. Now, so much has changed, with Nova being home and all, that the emotion behind it has completely changed - leaving me with no idea where to go with it.
Someday I'll finish it, or rewrite it, or trash it... Whichever it tells me to do.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Actually, when the phone rang, Scott answered and gave me that it's for you look - to which my response was a frantic tell them I'm not here neck slicing hand motion. Of course he KNEW I'd want to talk to Jon, because he knows I adore him. Scott makes a good phone call screener lol - he sorts out the bill collectors and the people he knows I would rather not talk to (Like Shaela, the deadbeat publisher who STILL hasn't paid me, even though she SWORE that I'd have the check by the end of November!)
Erin sent me TWO packages. Now there's a woman who knows how to do gifts, not extravagant stuff, but stuff that means something, you know? She sent me lilacs earlier this year, all packed up in wet paper towels and such so they wouldn't wilt, just because she knew that lilacs held a special sentimental value to me. So for Christmas, she sent Tasty Kakes, for the whole family, but mostly because she knew my mother loves them and you can't buy them down here. And the outfits she sent for Nova are gorgeous - he's wearing one of them right now actually, and says to tell her that he loves it... (I think he feels sexy in Christmas colored stripes)
I've been really absorbed in real-life lately, and seriously lackadaisical about keeping up with the people I love. So, for the record, Erin, thank you SO much, not just for the gifts, but for being so you. I hope Santa is super good to you this year. You deserve it!
Yesterday was such a weird day. If I didn't know better, I'd swear I was either pregnant or PMSing. I've been super emotional and spent the day swinging back and forth from pissy to weepy to just pissed off. I'm going to blame it on stress or some such thing, and hope I get over it soon.
Anyway, I've got Christmas stuff to do, but Merry Christmas Eve to all of you!!
Thursday, December 22, 2005
Wednesday, December 21, 2005
It's all about perspective, you know? Three months will be gone before we know it. And I still can't quite grasp the idea of taking Nova back to the hospital for the surgery. I mean, March is what, tomorrow, right?
So I wrote a poem the other night - in the dark, in the truck, on the way to the hospital, without the benefit of pen and paper. Something about the moon - it's always something about the moon. I feel like my poetry has become so redundant. Time for a new theme I guess. It's just that the moon has always been such an integral part of me for so long. I remember being a kid, elementary school aged, and even then feeling something almost spiritual about the moon. I feel kind of hokey to say that, but it's true anyway.
Someone told me once that being a Cancer had something to do with it, that Cancers are sensitive to the moon's movements or some such thing. I don't know about that - but I do know that the full moon is a symbol of fertility, which is pretty damn fitting eh?
I have so much on my mind lately, and so little time or energy to get it all out. I spend an hour and 20 minutes a day in my bathroom with the moo machine... 8 times a day, 10 minutes per trip, and that's what time I have to myself really - that's what time I have to compose my thoughts and my blog entries, most of which never make it here. I suppose I could take the laptop in there with me. . . LOL, my own private office. Hell by the time I got it set up, loaded up and logged on, I'd be done with my 10 minute bathroom visit.
So, this is supposed to be a poetry blog. I wonder where the poetry went? It's turned into quite the mom-blog eh? It wouldn't matter anyway though, even if I were writing poetry, it would most likely be about, or inspired by, Nova anyway. I think I'll go see if I can re-write that poem I was writing the other night.
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Monday, December 19, 2005
I uploaded it to my erinmonahan.com website... but it won't show it. Someone throw an idiot a bone here eh? How the hell do you make a video (.avi) show?
Here's Where it should be:
A Yawn, 3 Sneezes and the Hiccups
OK I've got Scott working on this one because I think I'm just too wee todd ed to figure it out lol.
Sunday, December 18, 2005
I got my Modern Review December Issue about a week ago. I've read a few poems out of it, but not much. Not for lack of interest, but lack of time! Nova has his first doctor's appointment with his pediatrician tomorrow, so maybe I'll get some reading done during the wait there. Then again, Nova isn't supposed to spend time with other kids/people much, so I'm hoping we won't wait long in the waiting room. The hospital set up the appointment at 3:45 in hopes that the timing would eliminate much waiting. Doesn't make sense to me to make the appointment at the end of the day and expect NOT to wait, but what do I know?
The nurses from Labor and Delivery at Union Regional (I can't quite remember to call it Carolina's Medical Center - Union yet) asked me to keep them all updated on Nova and how he's doing, so maybe I'll sneak him up to the second floor to say hello after the appointment. There aren't a lot of sik people in Labor and Delivery... unless you consider pregnancy a sickness (which sometimes I think it sort of qualifies lol)
Terra is adapting to being not the baby a lot better than I expected - so far at least. She's so totally infatuated with him that she hasn't thought to be jealous yet. Kassi wants to hold him all the time and can't quite figure out why I won't let her. It's hard, I think, for her to remember that there's anything wrong with him, or any reason for the answer to be no, since he's so completely normal/healthy looking so far. The boys, on the other hand, are basically oblivious to his existence. Typical male-child response I guess.
Mom wants to hold him all the time too, but she's a little afraid of him, and is completely convinced that crying would be detrimental to his health. She just can't stand it for him to cry, and says it scares her. It isn't a big deal for him to cry actually, I mean, it isn't like the nurses in the hospital dropped the other babies and went running everytime he whimpered. I have the distinct feeling that we're going to have him spoiled rotten in no time flat. I feel a little sorry for the nurses that have him after we take him back.
My sister came to see him yesterday. Of course, seeing as it was daytime, he slept the whole time. I mean slept. Out like a light, seriously snoozing. I guess I'll have to tell people to visit in the middle of the night if they want to see him awake.
I still have that headache from 2 days ago. I don't know what the problem is, but it's killing me. I'm not big on taking a lot of meds anyway, but breastfeeding limits what I can take. I know damn well a Goody's would kick this headache's ass, but aspirin is a no-no. :| So basically I'm waiting for it to either spontaneously stop hurting, or for my head to fall off or something.
Christmas is in a week - y'all ready? I'm not. I still have a few things I need to buy, damn it. I HATE last minute shopping! I fully intended to be DONE with all of it long before now. Unfortunately, one of the things I ordered never came so I had to cancel that order and get a refund, but that means I have to go out to get the replacement. And I still haven't gotten a thing for Mom. Why can't she dislike some stuff. That whole thing about "I like everything" just makes shopping for her impossible!
Anyway, I'm going to upload a few more photos, mostly of Nova, some of the ice that covered everything when we brought him home... and I'll see if I can figure out that movie thing too.
Saturday, December 17, 2005
The nursing thing... well, it was great while it lasted, but for anyone with any experience, you understand what I mean when I say "bad latch" right? He had nipple confusion and didn't want to latch on at all, and when he did, it was bad, very very bad. He was torturing me, not to mention that he wasn't nursing effectively, and was therefore going hungry.
Bottle feeding it is, I can deal with that. Actually, I can deal with it much better than the pain, or knowing he isn't eating enough. Besides, now Dad can feed him too, which makes Dad happy :)
I have the world's worst headache right now. OK maybe not worst but I can't see or think straight, so that's all y'all get for now.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
In the NICU and the NPCN (neonatal progressive care nursery) he was in one of those little plexiglas bassinette things, and filled it up completely - he looks SO tiny in that huge crib! He doesn't fuss unless he's hungry or stinky, which typically coincide, and he sleeps the sleep of a two week old - even when Terra-the-Terrible-Two-Year-Old is on a screaming rampage.
So we filled out page after page of paperwork for discharge, he already has doctor's appointments scheduled all the way through February... Yes, through February, because they're expecting him to be home for THREE MONTHS. How's THAT for a Christmas surprise!? We were told a few weeks... we were told, "until after Christmas... but THREE MONTHS!? Haha, I got all I could ask for this Christmas!
Of course, that depends on how well he does, and assumes that he has no complications and doesn't start becoming cyanotic or start having what they call "Tetralogy spells."
They tested his hearing, and his left ear failed. The nurses said that it was fairly normal for that to happen, and they scheduled a recheck in February. Her words actually were "It's nothing to stress about..." To be honest, I feel like there are bigger concerns than that right now. I don't want him to be partially deaf, but seriously, we have to be more concerned about his life. That's pretty much how we felt about his circumcision too - we were supposed to be there to et that paid for by 7am, and could have done it, but it just seems so unneccessary right now, just another procedure to make him endure. So, if he grows up to be uncut and deaf in one ear, I'll consider it a blessing.
Pictures will have to wait till tomorrow, and I'm still working on that video... I'm having some trouble getting it transferred to my PC from the camera, and having a hell of a time with my Road Runner - "grid problems" - wtf?
Since Nova was pretty much snatched away at birth, I never had the chance to nurse him at all, and of course, once the got him to Charlotte, he was on a strictly monitored diet, so I couldn't nurse him there either, since you know, breasts don't come with cc measurement markings... So I pump faithfully like a good lil cow, every 3 hours for the last 12 days - now he's 12 days old, and finally they say his diet is unrestricted and that I can nurse him. He's 12 days old and has been bottle fed from the first feeding - like I have a chance in hell of getting him to nurse right?
I figured I'd give it a shot, but didn't hold out any hope for it actually working you know? I had resigned myself to being attached to that machine for something like a year, and that was OK, not great, but I could deal with it. I should have known the little guy would take right to it. He never even hesitated. It absolutely made my night! Of course, I'll have to go back to pumping when he goes back, but at least for the next couple of weeks, I'll get to do it the right way.
For those of you that are still with me who never breastfed, you just have no idea what a feeling it is to snuggle your child up to you and nurse. I'm inexplicably happy that he's going to do it!
I did the pump thing for Alexis, and I nursed Terra for 4 months until she refused to nurse because of nipple confusion (HA! Just lost any male readers that made it this far - I said nipple!) I remember when Terra decided she was done with breastfeeding. I cried like a fool, lol. Of course, with Nova, I won't be going back to work when he's 3 weeks old, so it will be different, I hope. Who knows, with him going back in the hospital for the surgery. He's liable to decide by that time that he prefers the bottle, but at least I/he/we got a few weeks of the real thing.
So anyway, we took his carseat to the hospital tonight, and bought him the most adorable little winter jumpsuit, and brought home a lot of his stuff so we won't have so much to carry tomorrow. . . I'm so damn excited, I doubt I'll sleep tonight, and boy do I need to sleep! Oh well, it isn't like new mothers expect or require sleep, right?
Yeah, I'm going to go try anyway. Expect pictures tomorrow for sure - of the whole family together by the Christmas tree!
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Only for a couple of weeks, until they get him scheduled for surgery - but they didn't see any point in him having to stay there, so they called an hour or so ago to let me know that he'll be released tomorrow.
I'm all excited and completely terrified, and to make it even better, they're calling for a load of ice tnight! I have to go get him a little winter coat for his trip home. And he'll have to be sort of semi-quarantined, meaning we'll have to be very careful about doctor's apppointments and how much time he spends around other kids.
Anyway, I have to get to the hospital and fill out a book worth of consent forms for all sorts of things...
He didn't come back up until one o'clock - and was still knocked out, and on the ventilator (which was used as a routine part of the procedure.) At one thirty, the doctor came in to check on him and said he was surprised that he hadn't woken up yet.
Meanwhile, they're weaning him off the oxygen in the vent, in preparation for taking him off of it when he wakes up. 2 o'clock, 3 o'clock, 4 o'clock, he's still asleep, and we're a little freaked out. OK, maybe a lot freaked out, but the nurses don't seem overly concerned, his vitals are good, he's breathing above the vent - so we're just holding our breath, you know?
At 4:15 he starts to wake up, and starts to fight the ventilator, meaning he's flailing all over and trying to pull it out. The fact that he doesn't like it is a good thing, the fact that he's flailing is bad. He manages, in the process, to pull open the single stitch in his groin/femoral artery, and starts bleeding - A LOT, and I mean a LOT. They had to apply direct pressure for 25 minutes to stop the bleeding. When we get it stopped, he's covered, and laying in a puddle - in addition to the diaper that was soaked with blood. The nurse estimated it to be an ounce of blood - I think that was probably conservative - but even at an ounce, a newborn baby only has about a cup of blood total, so he'd lost a good percentage of his total volume. Afterwards, they tried to take him off the ventilator, but he was too weak and worn out from the fight and from the blood loss that he wouldn't breath on his own, so they couldn't take him off of it.
By now, we've been there for about 12 hours, we're tired and worried and freaked out and exhausted, and basically, emotional wrecks wrapped in a calm exterior, because I think babies hear and understand stuff, and we didn't want him to hear us freaking out.
In the meantime, we've told Mom and the kids that we'd probably be home by mid-afternoon, so I figure they're freaking out too, and there's no phone at our house, so I can't even call and let them know what's going on - which according to the nurses seems to be nothing, because they're seemingly unconcerned and act like all of this is totally normal.
We sit there until shift change - leave to go eat a little something and waste that hour, and come back, convinced he'll have woken up and been taken off the vent. No such luck, at 7:30 we get back and he's still asleep, still on the respirator (which is a huge intimidating machine with horrifying alarms! lol)
At 8:00, we're assured that he's fine, his vitals are still well within normal ranges, that he's just tired and will be just fine - colors good, he reacts to touch and sound, blah blah blah, go home and rest, you both look exhausted...
We get home about 9pm - call back at 10pm and guess what? He's awake, off the vent, and has eaten! If I'd have known all we had to do was leave to get him to rouse, I'd have left HOURS ago! Anyway, he's great, sleeping normally (as opposed to out-like-a-light due to anesthesia) and all is well.
Huh, he's stubborn and sneaky I guess, just like his brothers and sisters lol.
Anyway - the cath results showed pretty much what we expected. He has several peripheral arteries coming off his aorta that aren't "normal" but are what his body uses to transport oxygenated blood. These are what they wanted to see with the cath, and it shows that they're all very close together, which doesn't change the severity of the situation, but does simplify the surgery considerably, so that's good. It also shows that his body is dependent only on them for the oxygenated blood - and they're not going to close or change, so he's stable, with no worries about any major changes in his condition. In other words, for now, he's excellent - good O2 sat levels, which will remain as they are until surgery.
Now for the real news, which is both huge news, and no news at all...
They don't intend to do the surgery until after Christmas, and in light of the catheterization results, the doc that did the cath sees no reason for him to be in the hospital in the meantime. It isn't up to him whether he gets to come home in the meantime, but he approached the neonatologist, who agreed with him, and now we're waiting for an answer from the doc who will perform the surgery. If he says it's ok, Nova might just get to spend the Holiday at home!
That's exciting as hell, and almost as scary. I'm trying to imagine what taking him back for the surgery will be like after having him home for a couple of weeks. But I'm also not getting my hopes up that it will happen, because we really don't know yet. It depends on Dr. Watts, who is out of town this week, and is also the one who follows protocol most closely - he's very cautious and does things "by the book" so we'll see.
Tuesday, December 13, 2005
Oh, we have video too, if I can figure out how to upload it, I'll share - tomorrow. Night night.
Monday, December 12, 2005
We forgot the camera last night, so there are no new pictures which pissed me off too - but he looks exactly like he did yesterday... only smaller. LOL. OK, not exactly smaller, but he lost an ounce. Presumably due to the removal of the IV - god knows it wasn't because he isn't eating!
We had a new nurse, who told us that the catheterization is scheduled for tomorrow. Another thing they didn't call and tell us, another thing that pissed me off. And we still haven't been able to find out what time they'll be doing it, despite several calls and messages. God help them when I get up there today. Anyway, that means we're finally going to know exactly what's going on inside that tiny little chest, which is a good thing - but it also means we'll soon be one step closer to the surgery, which quite frankly, scares the living hell out of me.
As much as I realize that the surgery is the only thing that will save his life, I'm also all too aware of the fact that it's the thing that may very well end it. All of a sudden, the false sense of security we've lulled ourselves into has come to a screeching halt and now I'm back to freak-out mode, backpeddaling, and resisting the urge to throw Nova in the diaper bag and run for the exit. It's difficult to reconcile the image of the perfectly healthy baby I've posted so many pictures of with the image I know of what post-surgery looks like.
There's a fine line between the rational mind of a woman with this experience under her belt once already, and the completely irrational mind of a mother who's already lost a child to this exact process. There's also no margin whatsoever between the calm disposition of a visiting parent who comes in every day to love her son, and the woman who resides behind that mask, who's actually an hysterical screaming mess, begging God and the doctors and whatever powers that be to let her child be well and go home and grow up.
I'm like a pressure cooker right now. Knowing that this isn't the time for the tears or hysteria, I hold them back, but it's becoming harder and harder to control it - and the prospect of the explosion is a little frightening. Not so much explosion as implosion, melt down... He'll be taken off his feedings this evening for the cath tomorrow, which means that he'll be crying and miserable when we're with him tonight. I remember what that was like with Alexis - damn hard to know your child is hungry, crying to be fed and not be able to feed them. I hope that isn't the thing that sets me off, but even the idea of it has me fighting the tears.
He is 10 days old today, and the first ten days were the time for enjoying him, making the most of what we had - after that, tonight I suppose, comes the time for the reality check. Tomorrow is a new day with a different view. God help us, let there be something worthwhile on the other side of this mountain, rather than a Christmas season funeral.
Sunday, December 11, 2005
He's now up to 60ccs every 3 hours - that's 2 ounces for those of you that aren't Erin or Ang, who work with CCs on a daily basis lol. He's totally off his supplemental IV. His rash is clearing up, which is amazing, because they tend not to heal well because of the oxygen shortage - but then, his O2 sats are at normal levels right now. Last night his alarm went off because it was too high, how's that for weird? I mean, why is there an alarm for oxygen levels of 98%? Yeah I know, it's for babies that are actually on oxygen...
He's awake more and more, and seriously alert when he's awake. He loves Scott's voice and will watch him when he walks around or moves around when he's talking. Scott whispers secrets in his ear... I have no idea what he tells him, but it's adorable to watch Nova react to it. I think he might be promising him a steak or a cheeseburger or something.
He hates diaper changes, blood pressure checks, and having his temperature taken. He liked his nurse tonight, but really doesn't care much for the male nurse when he gets him. He kept scratching his face so I cut his nails tonight. This is my 7th kid, why does that still make me nervous? I kept having visions of cutting the tips of his finger off. He may be the biggest baby in the NICU, but those are still tiny tiny little fingernails.
Anyway, it's 1am and I wanted to do a quick update before I go pass out for a couple of hours. Night all, more pics tomorrow. . .
Saturday, December 10, 2005
I wonder if I get a freakin discount? Hah!
Well, our camera batteries died upon entering the hospital last night, so there are no new pictures, sorry, but he slept the whole time we were there anyway lol. He's still off all meds, down to very little of the vitamin supplement IV stuff. He's got a little diaper rash, which with heart babies is all but inevitable because of the poor circulation and lower oxygenation levels. We've been slathering him in desitin and changing him constantly in hopes of hkeeping it to a minimum, but that'll be a miracle - it's just one of those things heart babies deal with eventally. To have put it off a week was pretty lucky.
His feedings are up to 47ccs, and increase by 4 ccs every 6 hours. His weight, my god he's gaining! He's up to 7lbs 2ozs (yes my math was off when I thought he was over 8lbs, actually, my memory was off...)
They have said they'll do the heart cath next week. I don't know if they mean next-week-monday, or next-week-friday, or somewhere in between. And of course, once that's done they'll be able to schedule the operation, though I have no idea if it will be imediately, or another week or 2 in the future.
I asked him what he wants for Christmas last night, he didn't answer me though. All my kids were 5 or 6 months old by Christmas, he'll be 23 days. What the heck do you buy a 23 day old baby!? So, he has a stocking, but it's empty. Blankets and binkies I guess lol.
I need to go do some stuff around here. I'm trying to keep some small semblnce of order and normalcy around the house, but it isn't working out too well. God knows my mind is scrambled, my schedule is fried, and I hardly know what the hell I'm doing at any given point. Pffffft.
Oh I forgot - Nicholas is off his ventilator! Yay Nicholas!
Friday, December 9, 2005
Thursday, December 8, 2005
One minute I will see him looking so perfect. Then I will hand him over to some masked nurse whose eyes will be sadly smiling, and the next time I see him, he'll be held together with a few stitches and prayers - fighting for his life. That's when you tell him you love him, and say goodbye, just in case. And if he makes it through the first 24 hours, we'll start that count again. And if he makes it through the first 48, we can hope again.
And maybe that's why I find myself looking at the other babies and feeling for their parents. Because in a week or two or maybe even three, my son will be in far worse shape.
The moon is but a sliver, a cradle
for stars glowing against absolute darkness
and my feet crave the sand of long pale beaches
with waves to lull me to slumber there.
But the nightbirds' song is no seduction,
holds no promise I care to see kept;
I have wept the sea while windswept shores
cleansed my cheeks of empty oaths.
And my chest aches, full
with the weight of midnight.
They've taken him out of the heated bed, and moved him into the healthy-baby plexiglass box. You know, the ones that 'normal' newborns go in. His IV vitamin/supplement stuff is down to half what they were two days ago. He's, as you can see, eating and awake and aware.
They also have him in some of the clothes we bought him, and he's fucking A-DORABLE in them, of course. Unfortunately, the camera was forgotten in the truck and wasn't retrieved until after he was through with all of his vital checks and I didn't have the heart to unwrap him again for the sake of a picture because he gets fussy when he isn't all wrapped up. Maybe tomorrow we won't leave the camera in the truck and I'll be able to get that pic while he's unwrapped for his check-up.
I DO have one more picture, but blogger is being a twit and won't let me upload it, and of course, it's the best of the pics we took tonight. We're still playing with the settings on the new camera, and this one daggum picture is the one that came out perfect, or, ok, maybe not perfect but a sight better than the rest.
Oh, Nicholas was much quieter tonight, not so aggitated. Mom and Dad came in and seemed to have made huge strides in coping, she was smiling and talking to him, and Dad wasn't friggin yelling, thank god! They had their camera out too, and the flash was like a strobe light. That didn't seem prudent with a child prone to seizures, but the nurses didn't say anything, so what the hell do I know? I was just glad to see that the mother was able to spend some "quality" time with Nicholas and not be so terrified of him. I had decided on the way to the hospital tonight that I was going to talk to her, so in my mind, for most of the ride I was trying to decide just what to say. And, even though I never figured out just how I was going to put it, I had decided that the best thing that I could tell her was that she'd never get these days back, regardless of what the future held, these first few days are irretrievable - I wanted to tell her to enjoy her son as best she could, to relish the weight of his tiny body in her arms, the tickle of his hair against her cheek, his fingers around hers, his warmth against her lips... I guess she figured that out on her own though, and again, none of my business, but I was thankful that she had.
The baby girl across the way was still being transfused and the doctor told the mother that this was mile 2 or 3 of their marathon, that there was a long road ahead of them. I still wonder what's wrong with the baby, who happens to be beautiful by the way.
And the cute little guy to Nova's right - the one who stopped breathing twice last night - not a single alarm went off from him tonight, so aparently he's doing better and maybe he'll get to go home on Monday like they told the mother on Sunday.
Nova's nurse tonight (he seems to have a different one every time we're there, which seems strategic, so they don't get too attached maybe?) was a doll. Once she took all his vitals and handed me his bottle, she pretty well left us alone. That guy last night crawled our asses the whole time and made it hard to "be" with Nova. He was funny, and capable, but a little, well... clingy?
OK, one more try at that other picture and I'm off to bed!
Wednesday, December 7, 2005
Unless you've been in a situation where someone you love's life is on the line, and all you can do is wait, you can't understand how hard the waiting is.
I know, rationally, that they're putting things off to give him a better chance during the surgery - to give him a better chance than Alexis had when she went through this same surgery. Older and stronger they say. I know that Alexis' death is coloring the choices they make, and that isn't a bad thing, but they waited 12 days with Alexis. Older and stronger they said...
She's so strong and Look how pink! they said. And it's like an instant replay and I feel the fear welling up, and we wait, not knowing. And I don't even know if I really want to know. I've always believed that one shouldn't ask a question unless one is ready to hear all the possible answers, and I'm not.
And so I ask too much of him, expect him to overcome challenges no infant should ever have to face. And I barter with him about never picking up his own underwear or making his own bed if only he'll come home to have those things. And I walk the fine line between hope and reality and call it cautious optimism. Heel to toe, heel to toe, like a drunk, I teeter. There is a battle being fought between fear and maternal instinct that keeps knocking me down on one side or the other. And I pray for serenity as I do this one day, one minute, at a time. Baby steps you know, and then I wonder if there will be any of those.
Hope is a scary thing, don't let anyone tell you any different.
And there is an air of finality here anyway. I will have my tubes tied in mid-January, and I know I will never face any of this again, and that is a relief, and yet, an end of sorts, isn't it? All I've ever done is have children and be a mother and I'll never do it again, and I don't regret that exactly, but it makes me sad and a little lost, and it makes Nova my last chance and I don't want to fail, again.
Of course I realize, again - rationally, that there isn't anything I could have done to prevent this, to change it. There is no magic mommy sin to cause what's wrong with Donovan, no magic mommy fix for what's wrong with Donovan, but you can't help but feel responsible when a child comes out of you with a heart so desperately flawed.
And I'm exhausted already, and there are weeks and months to go, we've barely even begun this journey, and as tired as I am, I hope it's a long long trip.
Yup, more pics. You can pretty much expect them daily, even when the pics all come out shitty :) And yeah Eve, there's my face, impressive eh? :P I look like I'm sucking on a dill pickle! And yellow isn't exactly my color lol, I wonder if I can request a pastel pink gown? :P
Man the lighting really sucks for photos in a nursery!
These are a few from yesterday and tonight, not great photography, but cute pics anyway. So he's eating again, 20ccs now, and then wants more an hour later. A good appetite is a good sign, and he definitely has that! His O2 Sats are better now than they were on the prostaglandin, and they've removed his umbilical blood pressure monitor and taken him out of minimal stimulation. Basically, they're not doing a thing for him medically other than monitoring his vitals, and he's on an IV o stuff that looks just like milk, which is a supplement of vitamins and stuff because of the erratic feeding pattern they've had him on. It seems to be working... They do his weight in metric measurements, at birth he was 2.78 kg, or 6.13 lbs and tonight he weighed 3.67 kg, which if I'm not mistaken, is over 8lbs. That seems like a huge weight gain in 4 days, especially when he didn't eat for a full day! I'm thinking my math is off to be honest!
His color is beautifully pink, and he's much more awake and alert now that he's off the meds. He had his eyes open a LOT tonight, which hasn't been the norm. He thought his nurse (who went by "Cobra" which is his last name) was insane and kept looking at him like he had 2 heads - it was pretty funny actually. I bought him some socks and a matching hat. They're red with white snowflakes. Tiny tiny little socks, and Nova has BIG feet (it was one of the first things the doctor said when he was born, "Boy he's got big feet!") but the socks are still too big - and the hat!? Good lord, Nova looks like he's doing a great impression of the Pope when he's wearing it - it's HUGE on him.
We were only with him a couple of hours tonight, from 8:30 - 11pm. Scotty had to go back to work this morning after being out since last Friday morning - which limits the available hours to spend up there, then we had to go to the hospital here in Monroe and fill out the paperwork for his birth certificate because we left so quick after he was born that it wasn't ready when we checked out Saturday. Plus, being unmarried means we have to sign affidavits, swearing that Scott is the father. It's ridiculous. Anyway, that means we didn't get home until midnight, and Scott will be up again to work in the morning. I don't know how he does it. I'm very thankful that I don't have a job right now. Nova's situation is already more than I can handle.
There are so many babies in the NICU. So many that are so sick or so tiny, and you can't help but look at them and wonder just what's wrong with them, or how long they've been there, or whether they'll go home or not. The baby on the right of Nova stopped breathing twice while we were there tonight and had to be revived. The baby across from him spent the entire 2 hours getting a blood transfusion, and the baby to his left has constant seizures. That baby's name is Nicholas, and the father seems like a real asshole (sorry, but I overheard him on the phone last night, and if Scott said those things about my child, he wouldn't live long enough to hear the word "divorce"), and the mother saw him for the first time tonight. Their baby is on a respirator, with wires and tubes and IVs everywhere, and she saw him and just fell apart. I can't imagine what a shock it is to see your child for the first time, and it be like that. I just ached for her. They spent about an hour there, behind a privacy screen - and all you could hear was her sobbing. The husband, meanwhile, was oblivious to the wife and just kept saying (in an extremely loud obnoxious voice, just like he did last night) "Hi Nicholas, Hi baby boy!" over and over and over. It even wore on the nurses' nerves. You'd have to have been there to get the picture, trust me, but I just wanted to shake him. The yelling couldn't have been good for the baby, and HAD to have grated on the mother's already raw edges. I pray that Nicholas is OK, that he can go home and be well, but I also pray, for the mother's sake, that the father can find a more gentle compassionate way to deal with his wife and child.
And all in all, it's none of my business, but I swear I just wanted to step into their little area and hug her. To give her something to hold on to. But what would I say? "Everything will be fine" ? I don't even know what's wrong with her son, let alone what's going to happen in the future. I hope she makes use of the Thursday night group therapy/support sessions.
Anyway, I should probably mind my own business and worry about my own mental health and therapeutic needs! Right now, I have a date with a couple of suction cups and then I'm off to bed :) (TMI? Sorry)
Tuesday, December 6, 2005
They planned to do the heart cath yesterday or today, so at 5am yesterday, with the cath in mind, they stopped feeding him. It turned out that they didn't do the cath, but they did take him off the prostaglandin yesterday at noon! That means that A.) We don't have to be concerned about him going on the respirator. B.) The doctors felt that his oxygenation was being supplied by the peripheral vessels and not the shunt. C.) He's feeling better because the prostaglandin causes the body temperature to rise and causes irritability and generally makes you feel shitty. He's been exceptionally content anyway, but you can just look at him and see that he feels better, just by the facial expression. And D.) Erin and Scotty are overjoyed at the removal from said meds because it negates a lot of worries about breathing and eating complications.
So overall yesterday was a good day.
They decided that he's strong and healthy enough that they're putting off the heart cath as far as possibly next week. This is good news for Nova, that he's that strong, but frustrating for us, because it's more waiting without knowing exactly what the "geography" is in there. The surgery can't even really be planned until after the cath, so it also extends how long he'll be hospitalized. We're looking at 6 weeks or so as best I can tell so far. Christmas is going to be difficult, because all of me will want to be in 2 places at once. That isn't exactly new news, but it sort of sank in at some point last night.
They stopped feeding him for the cath that never happened, but continued to not feed him so that they can evaluate how he does without the prostaglandin. The purpose of which is to keep open a particular vessel that normally closes shortly after birth in a new baby. In other words, they were afraid that if it closed, he wouldn't be getting oxygenated blood to his body and that his o2 levels would drop. Eating causes changes in the breathing patterns that can also cause lowered o2 levels, so if his oxygen levels drop, they wanted to know for sure what caused it, hence, no feedings. So far his levels are high and they were going to start feeding him again at something like 5am. I haven't been able to call and talk to anyone yet today, and we won't be able to go until this evening, so we don't know anything for today, but that's the news as of last night.
There are new pictures to post, but they're on Scotty's PC not mine yet so I'll do that later too.
Monday, December 5, 2005
Origin: Irish, Gaelic
Meaning: Dark; brown-haired chieftain.
Meaning: the Lord is gracious, Zain (Hindu) means godly light.
Meaning: The light
11/22 - 12/21
Sunday, December 4, 2005
More pictures from today! He's still doing really well, no changes except that he had some blood pressure issues, every time there were loud noises or anything that upset him, his bp went up, so they put him on "minimal stimulation" which means they keep the lights low in his area most of the time and keep him quiet as much as possible. That 3rd picture is evidence of the offensive binky... I hate the damned things, but he loves his, pink and all, and who am I to deprive him?
Saturday, December 3, 2005
Thought I'd share some pictures, in case you doubt the objectivity of a new mother who says her son is gorgeous ;) We actually took about 200 more, but these are the ones I've cropped and resized and that aren't too awful dark.
They're finally feeding him, (he didn't eat for the first 24 hours) and he's only getting 10ccs at a time but he eats it like he means it. They gave him formula, and a binky, which they weren't supposed to do, but I wasn't there to feed him so they didn't have a lot of choice. I'd rather they fed him formula and gave him a pacifier than to let him go hungry and cry all weekend, which was pretty much the original plan - so his belly was empty for the heart cath.
Anyway, he's still doing really well. As you can see, he still isn't on the respirator, which makes my little heart happy. It can be hard for them to adjust to coming off of it when they've been on it a while, plus, being on the respirator means they have to be fed through a tube, which makes the hospitalization even longer because they have to re-learn how to suck and swallow before they can come home. . . so we're really hoping he doesn't have to be intibated!
So welcome to the world Nova! We love you!
He's on prostiglandin (sp?) for now, to keep his heart working the way it is. That sometimes create breathing prblems, and then they have to put them on a respirator - so far Donovan hasn't had any of those problems, and isn't on the respirator, which is excellent.
We won't really know anything more until after his cath, and I will be there as much as possible. I'll take the laptop and hunt for wireless web to tap into , but I can't guarantee anything, so I'll let you guys in on what's going on whenever I can.
Me? I'm good, too busy to hurt, or to freak out, know what I mean?
One note on labor and delivery: "Epidural" is my new favorite word! Good lord I wish I'd have had one with all the kids!
I'm of to see Nova now! Love yas
Friday, December 2, 2005
Wednesday, November 30, 2005
I don't want to do this again. Isn't once enough?
I keep trying to be positive you know - trying to convince myself that lightning can't strike twice. But lightning has struck again. And I want to believe that life (or fate or god or whatever) can't be cruel enough to take another one of my children from me, but the truth is, it may very well be just that cruel. And I'm torn between facing reality and keeping hope.
And you know what? It's just fucking wrong to have to contemplate the possibility of having to plan a funeral for one of your children, let alone your second child - and within weeks of Christmas no less. And it sucks to have to accept that as part of your reality, and then feel guilty for thinking that way, and beat yourself up for not thinking more positive thoughts because you know that you'll feel responsible if things go wrong. And there are no answers, let alone good answers or right answers, and there are no choices because you're not in control. And it's fucking wrong that as a mother, you have to accept that you can't fix this for your child because this isn't some little booboo to kiss, no scraped knee that you can love away.
And I want to let go, to break down, to feel whatever I feel and react to it however I need to but I can't because I'm afraid I'd never get back up. Afraid that people around me would think I'd gone insane. And I want to give myself permission to be depressed - and I just want to stop having to go on like everything is just fucking dandy. And I can't, because I have to be strong enough to survive, strong enough to be here for the other kids through this, strong enough that Scott doesn't have to hold me up, because he's going through the same things I am and it isn't fair to expect him to be some superhuman hero who puts aside his own fear and pain to drag me through mine.
You hear people say how they found themselves in some bad situation, hoping it was just a dream, wishing they could just wake up and realize that it was all just a trick or a joke or a nightmare, and it's become almost a cliche - but it's surprisingly possible to find yourself in that position. I spent months after Alexis died wishing I could just wake up. Months of mornings spent re-digesting reality, re-accepting her death. And here I am again. With every kick and hiccup, every mad dash to the bathroom, all those things that make a pregnant woman sort of grin and rub her belly and think of tiny little fingers and sweet newborn smiles - all those things that should make me look forward to next week just remind me again that this baby isn't OK, that this baby may never come home. . . And I just want to wake up and realize that it's all a bad dream.
Truth be told, I don't care so much about my blog being bland right now - the worst part of this is that I can't check my poeticacceptance.com email account, and it's one of my 2 main accounts - actually, it's my main main account. So if you email me and I don't respond, that's why. If you leave a comment here and I act oblivious to it, that's because I am - my comment notification goes to that account too.
Finally a day without doctors -
this time next week I'll be a mother
but for how long, they can't say.
No magical medical prescription
can answer that question.
You know, there is no passion
in the coming of the Carolina winter
just sudden cold whispers and
a subtle change in the flavor of sunlight
from peaches to pine,
and my chest seizes at the passing
of another week - onward into December.
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Have you guys discovered Blog Lines? I freakin' love it, I go there to "my feeds" and read all of your blogs from one spot. However, I have to admit that I feel a little guilty about reading your blogs without actually visiting them. You should all change your blogger settings to show only the first bit of each post rather than the whole thing.
I finally got some antibiotics for this thing I have. I'm pretty sure it's a sinus infection, and the coughing is caused by the drainage. The doctor gave me an Rx for Z-pack without even testing me for anything, mostly because I all but begged I think, but also because I emphasized that if I'm sick when Donovan's born, I won't be able to visit him in the NICU. I think she didn't want to be the one responsible for me not being able to visit him, you know, just in case. This Z-pack must kick ass though. (Yogurt. Must remember to eat yogurt...) You know how antibiotics usually work, 2 or 3 a day for like 10 days? This stuff - I took 2 pills today, then 1 pill a day for the next four days. That's it. Guess that way she figures I'm done with the full course before he's born. That works for me. Maybe I'll sleep tonight, god I hope I sleep tonight! I had a very nice nap when I got home today. It was good to sleep... sleep is good. I miss it.
My stomach does tricks y'all. It dances and stuff all by itself.
Let's have some fun with math eh?
I'm 37 weeks and 5 days pregnant, I've gained 22lbs. At the ultrasound they did all their magic measurements and said he weighs 5lbs 13oz right now. But my god! I caught site of my profile in the mirror today. I have never been this big. I'm freakin HUGE! So I decided to measure my "waist" this afternoon. Normally it's 26" - it now measures 39 1/4"!
All these figures add up to my seriously round figure, which resembles something from a funhouse mirror. I'd post a picture, but, well... no. :)
Monday, November 28, 2005
And they looked back into Alexis' chart and saw that she WAS tested for Di George Syndrome after all, and it came back negative. That means that most likely, Donovan is negative too, and we won't have all the other complications associated with that to deal with. That's a huge relief to me, not only for Donovan, but for my other kids and their kids.
We haven't heard anything from Randy yet about his tests today, but I figure they have to wait for results. I'll let you's know.
So it's back to the Ob/Gyn tomorrow. She was at the consultation with the cardiologist today at the Women's Institute - I wish she could have just done it all while I was there. I despise driving into Charlotte. It should take about 35 minutes to get there, but normally takes more like an hour and a half - and that was BEFORE the holiday shoppers were added to the traffic mix. In other words, in order to get there by 9am for my appointment tomorrow, I have to leave home no later than 7:45am.
That's before 2 of my kids are even on the school bus.
And you know, Charlotte presents itself as a wealthy, well-to-do, beautiful city... The nations second largest banking and financial center... A "World class city with small town charm." The taxes are through the roof, and there is constantly road construction - why do the surface roads suck so bad?! Holy Hay-soos, by the time we get where we're going, I'm pretty well convinced that Donovan has been shaken out of me and I'll have to catch him when I get out of the truck!
Anyway, I have 3 kids in school, and FOURTEEN teachers between them. I try to show my appreciation for the kids' teachers, and the kids really enjoy giving their teachers a little something (and I DO mean a LITTLE something) but somewhere along the line we went from 2 teachers per kid to like, a lot more than that. Guess that's what I get for letting them go to middle school eh? So thank goodness I'm a bargain hunter from Hell. And I'm sure they'll have a little giggle over it if they all compare their identical little gifts, too. I mean, while I appreciate all they do, I haven't got the money or motivation to spend a bundle on them, so they all better get that whole "it's-the-thought-that-counts" thing.
So I'm still waiting for 3 more gifts to arrive via the Postal Express, so I can wrap them and then I'm good to go - at least as far as the kids go. I still have some adults to buy for. I hate shopping for Ma. She's one of those "I'll love anything you get me" people, which makes it impossible to find something special, know what I mean?
Sunday, November 27, 2005
A little day trip preview I guess. Hope it doesn't snow. I thought they had to go last week, and it was snowing in Troy that day, not sure about Boston. Silly me sat here worrying about them until she emailed me the next day and told me that it was THIS Wednesday.
He goes tomorrow to his regular doctor for a bone marrow aspiration so they can see how he's doing on the chemo and Gleevec. The idea of that bone marrow aspiration absolutely makes me cringe. They say it's very painful, and he has to do it regularly. Anyway, we expect to hear good news from that because he seems outwardly at least to be doing so much better.
I go tomorrow to talk to the pediatric cardiologist about the "probable course of action" with Donovan. I realize they aren't going to be able to give me anything concrete until he's born and he's had his ECG and possibly a cardiac catheterization - but I'm hoping I'll feel a little better being able to put faces with names and shake the hands that I'm trusting to save my son's life. There are only 10 days now. A month ago it seemed like I had forever to go, now suddenly it's going so fast.
Tuesday it's back to my regular doctor for my weekly poke-n-prod. I'm glad I have a little bit of knowledge and the nosiness to ask about things when I'm in doubt. The new doctor wants to make me redo all these tests and stuff that I've already done with my other doctor. I've saved myself all sorts of torture by being able to say, "I've already had that test!"
We haven't told the kids yet - we just didn't see any reason to make them worry and be afraid and helpless for weeks like we we do. I just don't know when we will tell them. Before he's born or after? I don't know. Probably after when there's something more solid to tell them. It all gets so complicated and touchy, and there just aren't any good answers.
And I've got to get over this cold or whatever it is I have, or I won't even be able to hold him when he's born.
This week's marks the FORTIETH EDITION of the Tarheel Tavern, and it's kickin' it over at ...Slowly She Turned and the place is packed! Looks like everyone came for the big occasion. As usual, there are some wonderful posts there - you should squeeze yourself into the standing room only crowd and take a peek.
Born between December 1 and 10, 2005, your baby will possess a sense for the supernatural. Will be romantic, dreamy, and endowed for the arts. Tendency to pessimism and discouragement. Weak sense of reality. With his soft heart will always feel the need to help and to serve. Numerous difficulties in love life. Vulnerable to cardiac palpitations and cramps.
Now like I said, I don't believe in the shit, but it's an interesting coincidence.
Saturday, November 26, 2005
Winter has settled in, claustrophobic grey
over a carpet of leaves I never bothered to pile.
I've left them to do their whispering in peace.
It looks like rain, and it's cold.
The mailman hasn't come yet;
the difference that makes is none.
Last night I dreamt my father called
to say that Noah's Ark had run ashore,
empty save one gender-balanced pair.
He said the olive crop was poor this year
and the dove can find no branch
that can bear the long trip home.
Friday, November 25, 2005
See? I warned you that the pictures would suck didn't I? But hey, we're showing the Christmas spirit, and that's what counts. You should see the neighbor's house. It looks sort of like they drove some nails into random spots around the roof line and threw the strands of lights at them from the ground. But hey, they had theirs up BEFORE Thanksgiving, so they get bonus points! I'll have to try to remember to go tell them Feliz Navidad.
Thanks to Laurie I found a new holiday of sorts, and I observed "Buy Nothing Day" it today by, yup you guessed it, buying nothing. Nothing new there, I never go out on Black Friday, seriously. I just think it's cool that there's such a thing. Apparently, it was first observed in '91, by some smart progressive-minded person. *applause for them*
Now I'm off to pillage through my leftovers from last Christmas and see if I have any wrapping paper left so I can get started on wrapping. If not, I'll have to go tomorrow (when it isn't Black buy nothing Friday) and buy some!