When we arrived in Edmonton, we met with dozens of doctors, surgeons and social workers; it was all a blur. Drew’s dad drove up with us and after we tucked her in, he watched over Kate so we would be able to go straight to the hospital. We were greeted by the Neonatologists, the Transplant specialists, the surgeons … More The History. Part II
So I used to be a nurse. I come from a family of nurses, Mom, Dad, Sister. So inevitably, I became one too. It was in my blood, my dad likes to say, but I loved every minute of it. Truly. My husband Drew, and I married in 2005 and supported each other through school, … More The History. Part I
My anxiety has no place to go. So it’s morphed. Slipping into the shadows and seeping into every move, every thought. I am never without the second guess, the unsurety, the doubt. It used to have a purpose. It kept me alert and aware. It kept him alive and safe. But now, it’s like a … More “In-between”
I have been online for about 4 hours now, and I can’t even begin to tell you how ridiculously my time has been wasted. They say the internet is a rabbit hole; you never really know where you’ll end up. It’s almost like those old Family Circle comics (yes, I am that old) where the … More Avoidance at it’s finest!
We got an AED for Christmas. The week after we were discharged, I knew Sam was not his typical self, even post-illness. He just wasn’t recovering in his usual fashion. In fact, he looked worse, and I couldn’t help but question whether or not we should have stayed in the hospital. I remember thinking I … More We got an AED for Christmas.
In the spirit of CHD awareness month, I decided to gets Sam’s Beads of Courage in order. Each bead represents something. Maybe a day in hospital, a needle, an IV, an ambulance ride, an X-ray, a test, a clinic visit, an infection, a new medication, a special milestone, a discharge. In the beginning, we … More Keeping track
I stay up late as often as I can. It’s ridiculous. For a mother of two who can’t get through one night without someone waking up at godawful hour, I should really be relishing ALL THE SLEEP. But I’m not. Part of it is just general insomnia. Not the horrible kind where you lie in bed … More Zzzzz… Maybe later. When they’re 30.