food
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Making cookies
Yesterday we went over to Jessica’s mom’s apartment to make cookies. And oh, did we make cookies! Namine had a blast.
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Tossing cookies
I’m not talking about juggling confectionary treats, nosirree. We suspect that Namine has caught a bug of some kind, possibly flu. It is her bad luck – and ours – that she needed to throw up when we had only one spare set of clothes, and on a day of multiple clinic appointments.
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Remember, remember the fifteenth of September
There are no gunpowder, treasons, or plots here. Just a little thing called decannulation. That’s right, kids. A year ago, Namine got rid of her trach, and her entire world changed.
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School orientation
Today is Namine’s school orientation day.
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Clinic tomorrow
As if last week was not bad enough with all its clinic visits, we have one more this week, midst all of Namine’s resumed therapy sessions. But while last week’s clinics were mere one- to two-hour deals, tomorrow’s is promised to be at least four hours long. A four-hour clinic visit is nothing new to…
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Feeling the pain
In following with the doctor’s permission to let Namine scoot around, scoot she did. And scoot, and scoot, and scoot. By bedtime, she was cranky – not so much because it was bedtime, I think, but because she was in pain. She is still in recovery, after all, and she still needs to take it…
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Burning the night oil
Namine is asleep, and I’m banging out my worries on my keyboard. Not much has changed since I last posted; Namine’s surgery is still up in the air, and we won’t know for certain whether it’s happening or not until we arrive tomorrow morning. No one has called to tell us it’s cancelled, however, so……
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Happy Mother’s Day
This post could easily be called “a look at our nearly three years of parenthood.” I know some moms who would not share this day with their husbands for their life, but thankfully Jessica is not like that. We both feel that we would not be as good separate. We would not be complete.
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A magical experience
When Namine was smaller – she’s still small, but this was a lifetime away, when she was still, shall we say, mechanically dependent – we had taken her to a local pizza place called Organ Piper Pizza. They have the most amazing pizza, and the atmosphere is, you eat amazing pizza to awesome organ music.…
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The pleasure of eating
I woke up this morning with a headache. Usually, that’s neither here nor there, because I always wake up with a headache. But it’s usually a small one, and it’s usually gone by mid-morning. But this one was a doozy, and it was because I had a nightmare. Nearly all of my nightmares have to…
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Mip meam
The other night, I split a bowl of ice cream with Namine. I topped it with Cool Whip, which she’d been asking for. She’d been asking for “mip meam” (whipped cream) for several days, actually, and I by a stroke of luck I remembered this when I ran to the store the other day to…
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High fever and a trip to the ER
Last night Namine had an incredible fever of 103.2. That was under the armpit, too, and we thought that was much too high for what the doctor had called just that afternoon “the tail end of a virus.”