Time to jot a thought or two


My mind won’t go to sleep. Time to jot a thought or two.

I’m 25. I think I’m good with it. Sheldon threw me an amazing surprise dinner party at my favorite restaurant, Piccolo Italia, in Barrhead. He reserved the whole place (it’s the cutest place, only 28 people fit) and we had a feast of bread dipped in balsamic vinegar and olive oil, bruschetta, salad, risotto, quail, gelato, and tiramisu!

My sister came to visit Kadon and I (and a few other people, I guess… maybe…) for the weekend. I am so happy I got to share my surprise with her. I think she should move back here. Snow for 6+ months of the year, mud and mosquitoes for the other couple months – c’mon! It’s great here!

Terry, Larissa, and Judah spent the week with us. I am so grateful to have friends who have grown with us. From college kids, to married couples, to couples with kids… we have accepted and embraced each other’s chaos and become closer through it all! We also happened to have Lily this week, so it was fun (and crazy, and exhausting, and loud. And oh so fun.) to have three rugrats to chase around.

Kadon will soon be nine months old. Nine. Months. Old. MY BAAAAAABBBBBY! He is growing so fast. His one top tooth finally broke through, thank the Maker, but judging from his caterwauling late this evening, I believe the other one is making its painful presence known. Poor dude.

We’ve taken him swimming a couple times and he loves it. He loves to splash and kick and periodically dunk his face in the water without caring whilst on a mission to get to a rubber ducky. He’s a rolling machine, flopping over and wiggling and spinning donuts on his tummy to get to where he wants to be. His fine motor skills are coming along nicely, thanks to Cheerios… and the fraying edges of the carpet which he loves to pick at and try to eat. He likes spaghetti, yogurt, bathing and playing with Lily, going crazy in the jumparoo, and showing off his new clapping skills.

Comments

  1. S.May 1, 2013 at 2:55 PM

    I don't know how I missed your birthday. April 20 right? Wait. I know how i missed it. I was building the bed. In any case, happy 25th! Sacha was 6 months old when I turned 25. I remember it very well.
    God bless!

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

The Rory Story - Part III

Image
Friday, September 9 It felt like we were getting our miracle. At rounds today the doctors told us Rory was stable enough to be moved to the UofA and she would probably have surgery within 24 hours of arriving. My stomach churned. “Do you think they’ll let me ride with her in the ambulance?” I ask Sheldon “Hopefully.” He says and wraps an arm around my shoulders. We were having breakfast in the cafeteria of the hospital. We had called our parents to let them know the good news. The transport team had been arranged for. Rory would be on her way sometime today. Or at least that’s what we thought. Nothing could have prepared us for the news we received when we walked unsuspectingly back into Rory’s room. A doctor we had never seen before was standing over Rory. He walks over to us and introduces himself as a surgeon from the UofA. And then proceeds to tell us he will not be doing the surgery and Rory isn’t going anywhere. Because the small bleed in her brain turned out to be not so small.
Read more

The Rory Story - Part II

Friday and Saturday: September 2 – September 3 Everything happened so suddenly. One minute it seemed as though Rory would be breaking records for getting out of the NICU early and the next we were forced to face the possibility of losing her. Sheldon and I had gone home Thursday night after Sheldon had held Rory for the first time. I wanted to get my nails done quick Friday morning and get back to her. It sounds so trite now, but I wanted my nails nice and short because I was handling her more. Changing her diaper, wiping her face, and giving sponge baths. Friday morning at 7:30am I got a phone call. Rory wasn’t acting like herself. She was irritable and seemed to have a tummy ache. With a sigh I relayed the message to Sheldon, saying it looked like Rory was going to have “one of those preemie bad days” and I probably wouldn’t be able to hold her that day. I went to my appointment and called the nurses a couple of times to see how she was doing. They told me they were taking her off
Read more

Life

Rory chose to fight for her life. Victory was not guaranteed and no, it wasn’t achieved. But she fought. She wanted to live. So how can I choose not to? I’m not talking about suicide, for all you nervous nellies out there. I’m talking about living my life waiting to die. That’s not what Rory did. Time and again Sheldon said Rory was just like her mom. I guess it’s my turn to be just like my daughter. I’ll fight to live. I will wrestle every good thing out of life and truly live it. Because that’s what she would’ve done. And at the end, when it’s all over, I’ll look back on a life well spent. A life not wasted. And I’ll smile and sigh and get my “well done, good and faithful servant” and scoop Rory into my arms and smother her with kisses and we’ll reunite with family already there and wait for the rest. I will be living my life waiting for eternity. I will be homesick. I will miss her. But the point is; I will live my life. Because she tried so hard to live hers.
Read more