By a reasonable standard of “month”, which we’ll take to be 30 days, we’ve now made it. There’s something like a reasonably routine developing around here. The boy’s naps are more predictable, he goes to sleep around 10 or 11 at night, and will sleep for 4 to 5 hours at a go.
We’ve […]
On Wednesday, we had our first night out. Aunt Cara came to visit and was more than happy to watch him while we went out to dinner with Stephanie and Jesse. We went to Mela, had outstanding indian food, and came home to find the boy sound asleep. Nice to know he can survive without […]
The boy is not collicky. When he gets upset, he usually has a good reason. For example, he’s upset because he’s hungry; I can relate, when I’m hungry I get upset as well. Or, he’s sitting in a big pile of crap. I can’t really relate to that one, but I’ll […]
All the tests and the weighing are done, so we’re going up to the 5th floor. I believe the official name is the “Wealthy Donor Women’s Health Floor”, but Betsey (and here I’m assuming the rest of the hospital staff) refers to it as “Mother/Baby”, a much more descriptive and minimally poetic moniker. […]
She almost lost it with the PIT. Six sessions with Jane, months spent practicing her exercises every night before bed, and she almost lost it with the PIT. The strongest, brightest, most stubborn and self-possesed woman I’ve ever met, and she almost lost it with the PIT. When we were on our […]
Around 4 AM on July 19, Betsey’s water broke. Or membranes ruptured, whatever your preference. No matter what you call it, she wasn’t really sure if it had happened or not, so we paid Lisa an early visit at the clinic. Sure enough, Betsey was ruptured, which meant that, come hell or […]
Its November and Betsey is sick. Really, really sick. Throwing up constantly. Barely managing to eat a few saltines and some chicken soup. Not good chicken soup, mind you. Not homemade chicken soup with fresh vegetables. No. Betsey’s eating Campbell’s Chicken Noodle condensed soup, with a preference for […]