The Elijah Cannon: Part 4, Treatment Begins

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…

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…

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…

Ian’s Happy Birthweek

Ohh, but it’s been a while.  Last Friday, I ended up finishing Ian’s cake. It said “Happy Brrrthday.” I sent Brian a picture of it and we got ourselves all hyped-up and decided to celebrate that evening, instead of waiting until Sunday.  Even Sunday would have been early, because his birthday is on Tuesday (today),…

Here we go a waffling

Today has been a fairly typical day.  I wake up to Isaac’s sweet voice on my right, going “broom broom BROOM!” I crack an eyelid, wondering as I do every morning in our blacked-out room, to what time they let me sleep.  Isaac is propped up on a pillow driving a monster truck. A few…