It’s 7:43 at night and Rowan just woke up from a two-hour long nap. He’s standing in the kitchen saying, “No. No go to bedtime. No, no go to bedtime.”
Friday morning, a few minutes after 8 am, my aunt picked me up to head over to the endoscopy center. As far as I could tell, I was the youngest person in there by decades.
Recently, I saw January 2018 referred to as a “very long year.” This seems right on so many levels, and so far February is shaping up to be another long year in month form.
The great heroes of science have long made brave sacrifices in the pursuit of knowledge. Marie Curie’s work with radioactive elements brought her two Nobel Prizes and led to her death. Galileo was condemned by the church and arrested because he dared to say the universe doesn’t revolve around us. Astronauts blast into space knowing that one small miscalculation could kill them in a variety of ways.
I’m sitting in the bathroom, writing while my kids splash around in the tub, trying to see just how much water the floor can tolerate. This is life right now — sitting on the closed toilet lid, making sure nobody drowns, hoping Rowan doesn’t pee in the water, and telling Lorelei to get her butt out of her brother’s face.
Sometimes, I get overwhelmed by life. Ok, most of the time I get overwhelmed by life. Pretty much always, actually.
I’ve had several people tell me that the videos I’ve shared of Rowan’s breathing when in respiratory distress have given them useful information to help them make informed choices for their own kids. This is especially true when it comes to “retractions.” Retractions are usually talked about when people seek advice about when to call the doctor but are difficult to describe with words.