On the fifth day of Christmas…
Well, here it is. Another extended hiatus from blogging, but this time I wish I could have blamed it on pregnancy woes, moving madness, or just plain laziness.
Instead, I went and gave birth to a beautiful baby boy five days before Christmas.
And then I had to put him on an intense cycle of medicine only three days later. Then come home to a deathly ill 3-yr-old who, after being separated from her parents for three days while battling a high fever and more, was a prime candidate for early childhood therapy. Then I had to rush my newborn to the ER not once, but twice, within a week. Had to spend five days in quarantine at home, with a still feverish (cabin fever, that is) toddler and sick newborn, not even able to accept visits from my parents. Faked Christmas for Little D, two days after it actually happened. Eventually had to admit newborn after harrowing call to 911. Spent New Year’s Eve counting down with Ryan Seacrest and Dick Clark from a children’s hospital room. Only to finally be sent home, where we would go on to monitor our little man for another two weeks for signs of impending infection that could come at any moment and bring us right back to square one.
And did I mention the post-partum hormones?
Those have kicked in as well, making every nursing session, diaper change, and endless cry over the past four weeks or so feel like a boulder about to run me right off the road. But somehow, I have kept my hands firmly on the wheel and am slowly staying on course. I have an amazing man riding shotgun, helping me Google map my way through this maddening time in our lives. I have friends who are calling and calling, even when I am not calling them back. I have a community of moms who I have never met but who keep me laughing, praying, and hoping, via the revolutionary world of Twitter (@wwgwynethdo) and Facebook.
And I have Kai. Who shall not remain nameless like his sister Little D moving forward. Because if anyone deserves to have his name said aloud, in a strong, proud voice, it’s my little Christmas warrior.
Thank you, Santa. Now can you please bring me a cleaning lady??