The Adventures of Truman and Fletcher- boy

There are a lot of taboo words in society, usually in type they are expressed in the following format: sh&t, f*&k, etc, etc. The word that we don't usually see changed for correctness is the word help. Such a simple 4 letter word, one that is not taboo, but one that is so hard to vocalize. I find myself stricken with the stomach flu, and a day later my sweet boy cannot escape the same fate as me. For 4 days the baby cries and there is nothing I can do to alleviate the pain that he is feeling from the virus that has invaded his body. I'm sleep deprived ( more than normal ), still struggling with eating solid food and home alone as my husband has returned to work. It took a day and a half, but finally I succumbed and asked for help. I called Chris, fighting back tears and he came home from work. And then I called my mom... Why, oh why didn't I do this sooner? Why did I think I had to do this all by myself? Why did I think that asking for help made me less o

I'm sittin' in the railway station, got a ticket for my destination On a tour of one-night-stands, my suitcase and guitar at hand And every stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band Homeward bound, I wish I was homeward bound Home, where my thoughts escape, at home, where my music's playin' Home, where my love lies waitin' silently for me Every day's an endless dream of cigarettes and magazines And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories And every stranger's face I see reminds me that I long to be Tonight I'll sing my songs again, I'll play the game and pretend But all my words come back to me, in shades of mediocrity Like emptiness and harmony, I need someone to comfort me Silently for me 10/3/2011: 17 days old and taking our little man home The pure elation to leave the confines of the hospital is overwhelming. For 17 days life has been a whirlwind, a blur, a journey into the terrifying, joyful, overwhelming world o

9/16/2011 1:15 p.m. It's a boy. Oh my god, it's a boy. He's tiny, he's perfect and he's ours. From across the room I see nurses from the NICU working with our little Truman, rubbing his chest, encouraging him to breathe. I get to hear the occasional whimper, but not the ear blasting scream I am waiting for. Weighed, measured, pictures and then Truman is wheeled away from us. It's hard to put into words what I was feeling at that moment. I honestly don't think at that point that the situation had even registered as reality to me. I wasn't sure what the implications of having a baby 6 weeks early meant or what was going to happen from this point forward. I was being tended to by my doctor, my husband was lovingly by my side holding my hand and caressing my forehead and my little man was taken to the NICU. NICU- 4 letters with a huge implication. Neonatal Intensive Care Unit...intensive care. And man do they mean it. A few hours after Truman wa

Dateline: September 15 2011 - 34 weeks pregnant It was a busy day at work, the day before new states roll to a new operating system always are. I stayed late to tidy up a few things and walked out to a cool, nearly fall evening. With the smell of crisp air tickling my senses it seemed a perfect night to cook up a pot of chili. So I chopped my peppers and onions, browned my meat and set the pot to simmer while I got in a quick walk on the treadmill. Dinner, time on the couch and by 10 I was heading to bed...just another night, or so I thought. September 16 2011 - 2:45 a.m. - Uh-oh! This is embarrassing, I think as I awaken with a start. I rush to the bathroom thinking I really have to pee and that I've lost control of my bladder. Business done I stand up and realize that there is still something leaking out of me....hmm....that's interesting. A few laps around the house confirm for me that something is going on. So what does one do at three in the morning when a questio