a rough beginning

“She went dusky on me,” the irritated-sounding nurse on the phone said, as if I should have any clue what she was talking about.  “We had to move her to the NICU. The pediatrician will be in to talk to you soon.” Click. I had just given birth a few hours earlier to our long-awaited... Continue Reading →

my kind of morning

The recent time change has been a killer here in our house. Add to this some extra doses of stress due to this and that, and none of us seems to be adapting as of yet. It is all I can do to drag myself out of bed each morning, and pushing and prodding my... Continue Reading →

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