The first weekend home with James was something out of a horror film. Think a combination of The Exorcist and Scream. James’s tiny body would writhe the second James started sucking at a bottle. After only a few minutes, he’d pull off the nipple and start wailing in pain. We’d watch as tummy spasms turned … Read more >>
I have a love-hate relationship with Mother’s Day. I feel bad saying so, but there it is. My ambivalence toward the holiday surfaced that first year Chris and I tried to get pregnant. As we struggled to start our family over the next 2 years, it snowballed with a heavy lean toward the hate side. … Read more >>
51, 53, 55—the number of days each of our triplets spent in the NICU. Just 1 day shy of 8 weeks total. This was remarkable, considering they’d been born at 28 weeks, 4 days. Even more remarkable was that they were simply “growers and feeders.” With the exception of a few worrisome medical issues early … Read more >>
It happened at the pediatrician’s office. I had spent the last week up to my elbows in what was apparently a case of viral diarrhea (as if plain ol’ diarrhea wasn’t bad enough). As the PA told me to give the Tagalongs a break from milk and went over the details of the BRAT diet, … Read more >>
