The Adventures of Truman and Fletcher- boy

Don't drink the water...Thanks Dave Matthews.  Guess we all should have taken your advice.  I mean what is it with babies being born early recently?  Is it just because everyone and their brother is having a baby, or is there really something in the water?  I'm not sure, but I'm ready for it to stop and for these babies to be born healthy and full term. In the past few months I've had two friends deliver their little ones at 28 weeks--goodness gracious, that is so early.  And makes me feel thankful for every single day I got to carry my Truman.  It's hard to put in to words what I feel when I hear from my friends that their babies were early.  I do know that every emotion, anxious feeling and memory floods my system.  It's like I can see the isolette, be distracted by the bili lights and hear the constant symphony of beeps and alarms.  In a second I am standing in the NICU wondering how I got there.  My heart drops into my stomach and ...

5. My son is 5 months old. I now have to use every finger on one hand to count the number of months he's been with us. How in the world is this possible? There have been so many sweet moments in the last five months and everyday gets a little sweeter. Our world is full of toothless, full face smiles and there is nothing like peering over the crib to find a cooing and smiling baby. I love to listen to Truman on the monitor in the early hours of the morning when he's 'talking' to his mobile and entertaining himself. I love sitting in a dimly lit room singing songs and reading books. I love snuggling up under a blanket. I love watching my husband kiss the top of the baby's head with a level of tenderness I have never seen before. My sweet son has discovered his fingers, and man must they taste good. We've also ventured into the world of solid foods and have a love affair with bananas. (It should be noted that every morning of my pregnancy found me eat...

Today is a special day...but let's be honest, they all are with you in my life.  As I spend my first mother's day as your mother, I can't help but be filled with an overwhelming joy that brings tears to my eyes.  In your almost 8 months on this planet I have learned to love with a capacity I didn't know I had.  All it takes is one look from you:  one grin, one slobbery smirk and I know that all is right in my world. When I count my blessings I count you every second of every day...my son, my love. Happy Mother's Day to me.

Truman is almost 4 months old...4 whole stinkin' months. We've seen Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas and New Years come and go already! How is it that I feel like I have blinked my eyes and my child is rolling over, smiling, going to daycare and knocking milestones off the list? Here are a list of things that Truman currently likes: 1. Mommy and Daddy--no one gets smiles like Mom and Dad 2. The pictures that hang above the bed in the master bedroom 3. Skippy --the black and white dog with his contrasting colors is a delight to look at 4. Harry Potter--audio books play at night 5. Monkey pacifier 6. Baby Bjorn 7. Being outside and going for walks ( Thank goodness for a temperate January so far!) 8. Naked baby time! 9. Baths 10. Kicking and stretching I am truly trying to enjoy every moment. I've even started to relish our mid-nite feedings as I know before too long they too will be put on the shelf with the preemie clothes. I know that this list will soon ch...

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...