I always thought a Brady was one of eight family members on a particular 70s TV show. Now I know it also stands for bradycardia. Hey, learn something new everyday.
Here's a bunch of other NICU terms for those anxious to amp up their Jeopardy knowledge.
Felt pretty dark today. Like, Batman, dark. Just wanted to pick a fight with someone. I find I'm bitter-jealous towards every mom pushing a stroller down a sidewalk, or every dad with his rambunctious one year old in the seat of a shopping cart. Every mom-to-be with a belly so big, it's so clear she will deliver on her desired due date, receives a cold stare from me.
I made a random drop-by to a pal's pad, just to feast my eyes on their year old little boy...just to get a fix. Strange these feelings. Don't worry, I'm under control. No one got chewed out today. No wrath unleashed. Thank goddess for this blog, where I may vent such feelings. Cuz, you understand...don't you? What? Fuck off! Woah, sorry about that. See? I'm coming unhinged!
Got to work yesterday. Oh yeah, for those who don't know, I'm doing a new cartoon series. Every week I get to work with my new 'family' of peers. I'm so thankful for the job, getting to do something I love and getting to work with, who I can honestly say, some of my favorite people! I can't wait to show off what I do for a living to my little boy. I'm sure at first it will be to his dismay, but I'll try to judge if his interests would rather play cowboys and Indians than watch daddy on an old episode of Brisco County Jr. Though I look forward to the day, I'm sure as a teen, maybe nine or ten, when he'll want to have a screening of bits from Daddy's resume. Gosh, he'll be able to Google me. Type my name in YouTube and shriek with amazement, or cringe with embarrassment! Hah! Can't wait!
Today, there were many visits of love. A delivery of flowers. Home made risotto. A bag of groceries, including dog food for Molly. This evening one of our lovelies brought us dinner. A fave friend of ours sent some home-made cinnamon-pecan Babka Bread (Grandma Bread) and butternut squash soup, all the way from Virginia!
I remember when my father in law passed. After the funeral, the amount of food that was brought would have crippled any Vegas buffet! It was my first interaction with 'comfort-food'. How important nourishment is for the soul. Not just the food itself, but for whom and from whom and why it is to be provided. I recognize the importance of the Last Supper. How familiar and calming a death row inmate's final meal must be. In cartoons, you know you can never show sex, but you sure can exploit gluttony! When Shag and Scoob needed a break from being chased by the monster-of-the-week, no matter how close they were to getting clawed, there was always an abandoned kitchen full of sandwich items for them to feast upon!
Heck, there are even MOVIES centered around the comfort of cuisine! "Fried Green Tomatoes", "Chocolat", "Waitress", "Big Night", "Julie and Julia". The Food Network is porn for the hungry!
Last bit. One of the most amazing gifts we've received thus far, was from a Yoga Blend student, and a dear friend. She's a fabulous yogi and an equally fab school teacher. She 'assigned' her 1st Grade class to draw a picture for Christy, Clark, and myself. She delivered in a manila envelope a small stack of the most bee yoo tee ful crayoned illustrations of us, hiking a mountain under a starry sky, pictures of trees and flowers, Christy in a hammock with little Clark on her belly, another of what appears to be Christy in a hospital bed and me with a nurses cap on, tending to her. All made unique with little dedications...and several different ways to spell "Christy". Hee! I plan on scanning and posting these works of art to share with you all.
So amazing how one little life can bring so much joy and happiness to the community of our lives.
Hey, feeling better now!
It is 1:50 a.m. East Coast time and I have been paceing back and forth on this blog all day (if that is even possible} to read yours or Christy's thoughts for the day. Like a good book that you are dying to come home to and curl up on the couch and read, just waiting to get into the next chapter....thank you! now I can go to bed, my kids are OK today (even if one of them is alittle cranky LOL)XOXOXO
ReplyDeleteThose pictures sound awesome. Scan em.
ReplyDeleteIt's okay to be cranky, you know. Sometimes it's needed to let off a little steam....as long as it's directed properly!! I'm happy to know that so many of your friends and family are helping to relieve some of yours and Christy's stress with all sorts of food and gifts! Apparently, the box of "sweets" I shipped out to you guys on 2/18/10 is now being returned back to me because apparently NO ONE at the PO in LA knows where the f--- Cedars Sinai hospital is!! I'm going in to work tonight, will package up a new box, and will ship it out on Monday, this time FedEX, and to your home address! I'm sorry for the stupidity of the Post Office! Anyway, sweet thing, you hang in there. Your little man is already ahead of his time and it won't be long until you, Christy and all of his family and friends, are fighting with each other to hold him....your time is coming, Mr. Man...all good things come to those who (have to) wait!! In the meantime, continue to be strong for your little family, and the rest of us will be strong for you. With all good wishes, heart beams, hugs and kisses, I send you my love!love,
ReplyDeleteJason, I love how you always have comic relief during times of stress. I adore and respect you for that. What an awesome dad to be had! *heartbeams*
ReplyDeleteAs Dana said,"Comic relief" is a life saver! What would we all do without it? It's great for stress, so keep on keepin' on.
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