NICU day 70

nicu day 70 from a parent's perspective

This is the highlight of my day, this is also the dread of my day. This place holds happiness and tears, hopes and fears. I can do this part with my eyes closed. This is the easy part. Park my truck, smile at the door greeters, punch the elevator button for the third floor, walk past the giraffe painting on the left, round the corner to the wash room, scrub my hands and arms with soap that makes my palms itch, grab a clean yellow hospital gown from the cabinet. Sigh. The arms are inside out. Again. I wonder if I’m the only one who finds this annoying. Mash the button outside the windowless double doors labeled Neonatal Intensive Care Unit. It’s a new girl at the desk today, she doesn’t recognize me in the camera. I identify myself. It never feels right, this routine of asking permission to see my baby. The doors … Continue reading

3 Ways to Avoid Spiritual Drift

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Canoeing is right at the tippy top of my list of favorite things to do. Nothing beats sliding through the water on a hot summer day to the tune of splashing paddles and the lap of water. I’ve canoed on lakes, bays and rivers and I can tell you this much. I would heaps rather paddle down a river than up a river. The peaceful outdoor adventure of a leisurely downstream float takes on more of the look of a focused effort not to have a stroke on the return trip upstream. Forget looking at the birds and feeling the breeze, you won’t even feel your arms much less a breeze! Paddling upstream in a stiff current is no joke, and takes a ton of focus and energy. Seasons in life ebb and flow a lot like currents. Sometimes we find ourselves in an upstream situation so absorbed in nothing more than the effort to move forward, … Continue reading

Facing Fears

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The big girl is out of school for the summer, which means there are sprinklers to play in, bubbles to blow, little sisters to fight, art projects to smear on the floor, Frozen reenactments to perform, and cockroaches to face. Oh yes. Cockroaches. One cockroach to be exact. One disgusting little beast, the unlucky casualty of the latest bug man visit, breathing it’s last on the bathroom floor. Here it was discovered, and I, knowing that it was mostly dead, assured the concerned party that I would sweep it up momentarily. Being the practical mommy I am, I ordered she ignore the bug, and use the bathroom immediately before making a puddle on the floor. But then. The evil cockroach did the unthinkable. It waved an antenna. This was too much. The panicked child fled with shrieks as lusty as a five year old can possibly produce, and refused under any circumstances … Continue reading

What a micro preemie taught me about Mother’s Day

what a micro preemie taught me about mother's day

I’d never seen the short brown haired lady who appeared at my bedside before. A kind face with intelligent eyes looked intently at me while she spoke slowly and clearly so I would understand. She was a representative from the land of sick babies, here to explain words I’d never even heard before.  Neonatologist. Five hours previously I couldn’t have told you what that word meant. Even now I just knew that it was code for “smart person who knows a lot about tiny babies”. Please just go away. You are a busy person, and our baby is fine. I’m only here for observation, don’t you know that? Even as the thoughts swirled through my brain her voice droned on and on…statistics of survival, probable and possible problems micro-preemies face, typical treatment plans…not the sort of information any mom ever plans on hearing, let alone having to understand. And then she was gone, and … Continue reading

God’s got a plan – Happy Easter and my unintended vacation

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Having a set plan, schedule, or list is my recipe for sanity in life. I love a plan. I’m about as happy as the cat who fell into the pool when my plans get changed…so when I plan for, oh, say having a baby, I expect nine months before that baby gets here. That’s the schedule for a baby. Everyone knows that. Babies should know that. Well, apparently my little miss hasn’t gotten the memo. So, I’m taking a very un-planned vacation in my local hospital trying my best to get the little dear educated on such matters…or maybe God’s just trying to get me educated on a few things, come to think of it. Apparently things like patience, trust, faith, and prayer all need as much practice as I give to all my schedule writing. Who knew? I won’t go into a ton of detail, but it turns out my little … Continue reading

Bathroom plans and inspiration

If you walk up my freshly painted black and white stairs, and across the shiny “new “wood floor, and by the hall library (which I haven’t shown you just yet), and peak behind one of the crisply painted black doors…you’ll find the ugliest room in my house. It’s my best kept worst secret: the upstairs bathroom. It’s fully furnished with puke green sinks, shower and toilet, rotting drywall, pealing lanolin, leaking pipes, and rusty fixtures. It’s the last major room remodel we have left that needs to be addressed, preferably sooner than later. I’ll spare you the awful pictures, and instead show you some of my inspiration for this tragic little bathroom of mine. First off, we’ll need a floor. I’m thinking some crisp black and white would be nice. I know, I know, I’m just full of surprising color choices. I really like the look of small tiles, and … Continue reading

The squeaky wheel gets the oil

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Some people just have certain particular and unique talents. One of my many unfortunate talents is to pick the absolute noisiest, shakiest, most obnoxious sounding shopping cart available every single time I go into a store. I mean, every time. It doesn’t matter if I wiggle it first, do a test run, or pick it because it’s the cleanest…I’m guaranteed to go trotting down aisle five browsing for bagels squeaking shrilly every step of the way. Add to that my two little sidekicks who chatter like magpies, strike up conversations with any random person who might look their way, and insist on singing as loudly as possible, and I can pretty much throw shopping with any sort of dignity out the window. There’s nothing to do but just smile and be thankful I’m not prone to shop lift, there is no way under the sun I would ever escape notice if … Continue reading

Art is in the eye of the beholder

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Did you know a story doesn’t have to be written down in words? Things tell stories, pictures tell stories, styles tell stories, your house even tells a story to anyone who walks inside. I’m a random decorator, I’ll admit that with no question. I have every style from shabby chic, to farmhouse, to modern, to Victorian mixed all up in every room…but everything has one thing in common. It’s all telling a story…of past times, of classic tales, of good memories, of adventure, of history, of humor. A reader noticed in my kitchen remodel post the pictures that hang under my cabinets, and asked about them. They are prints of water color paintings of fishing villages in England. They are nothing but cork placements I found at a thrift store, and stuck on the wall with sticky strips. Certainly nothing fancy. Certainly not art. I don’t mind a bit really. … Continue reading

Slip-covering a wing back chair

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There are some projects that are just fun, and then there are some that are just necessary. I would place slip cover sewing into any category other than fun. Slip covering a chair that has curves, like a wing back chair, well, now we are talking a tedious test of patience like no other. Perhaps I exaggerate, but only ever so slightly. Next time I decide to invest in three enormously curvy pieces of furniture to slipcover, someone might recommend I try learning on, oh, a square box first. This is experiment number one. For this chair I chose a cream colored home decor weight fabric with a very light plaid print on it. I chose this because, for one, it was a cheap buy at my local salvage shop. And for two, I must have thought that slip covering would just be too boring if I actually picked a … Continue reading

Something to think about

Today I just want to share something I read the other day with you. I thought it was splendid, and well worth sharing. I couldn’t have explained my opinions on kids and church going any better than this lady did. Why I would never force my kids to go to church. Happy Sunday!  Psalms 122:1   I was glad when they said unto me, Let us go into the house of the LORD.  P.S. This is our day on the blog to refocus on what is truly important. You can find more Refocus Challenge posts HERE.