I was amazed by the size of the CHOA Egleston NICU, the quietness of it, the professionalism, and the hosptality. We could tell immediately that they had “it” figured out here. They understood that the experience was more than a baby in a bed – that each baby comes with a family, and each family…
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The Elijah Cannon: Part 3, I Always Knew Polka Dots Were Trouble
After delivery, it took a while for me to get transferred to a recovery room. What a different experience it was to be offered even crackers and juice. I wasn’t terribly hungry, but I ate them slowly out of principle. I felt like my blood sugar was low, or more perhaps like my blood was…
The Elijah Cannon: Part 2, Labor & Delivery
From this point on, I might start inventing details, but I’ll try to keep them interesting. Hopefully my doula, Kim will be able to provide me some details to fill this in. So much has happened since the L&D event, and during most of my labor, I think my mind escaped to another dimension. So, there…
The Elijah Cannon: Part 1, Early Labor
Today’s probably not the best day to be writing this. I think I’m fighting the blues, but I’m not sure what else to do at the moment. Throughout the weekend of the 9th, I was getting lots of Braxton Hicks (BH) activity, which was really exciting. I’d gotten some during my first two pregnancies, but…
What’s another word for hindsight?
I know, I know. I’m slacking. I’m also typing with a crippled keyboard, which is part of the reason I’m slacking, so if I miss a G, H, or ‘, it’s not that I can’t spell. My superduper awesome sister is my laptop supplier. I’m so stoked about this recent addition. I looks really slick,…
Eureka! I’ve found my floor!
Here we are, home again, with three merry iterations of Christmas sadly behind us. I’ve finally found enough of my floor to justify stopping to update the blog. It was so fantastic to be around family again for a week. We wish we could always be a part of our ‘village.’ Perhaps some day, everything will…
Christmas Be-cation
Friday evening started our Christmas “be-cation,” as Ian calls it. I had the car ready to go when Brian arrived home early from work, so we hit the road. That’s one of Ian’s favorite new phrases, by the way. He’ll tell me, “No, I do not want to go home. I just want to hit…
Independence Days
My little guys are growing more independent every day. Ian wants to assemble the turkey sandwiches and cut his own food. A dozen times a day, we forget some little task he can accomplish himself and he reminds us in panicked staccato, “I want to do it all by myself!” He doesn’t even like to…
A Side Note About Dishes
I am sooo tempted to go primitive and fill my dishwasher with only metal spatulas and steel mixing bowls. The Shlinnngs and Wahwahwwaaaws of taking them out of the washer are OH. SO. REWARDING.
Oh The Places You’ll Go!
A couple nights ago, Ian was wrestling with Brian. At one point Ian’s hand lands on Brian’s backside and Ian stands, frozen. “Oh no Dad, you have poop!” he blurts as he squeezes something. I glance over and giggle, “No, Ian, that’s just Daddy’s tail bone.” Brian points out that Ian has a tail bone,…
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