I am the head of a needle pushing through silk…

It seems like just a minute ago that I was pregnant, my daughter’s feet making strange alien-like shapes on my abdomen.  A minute ago, I was nursing, basking in the glow of a mysterious hormonal cocktail lulling my brain into peace.  Just a minute ago, I was wiping mashed green beans off her chin as she screamed her indignant scream. Continue reading

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In Gratitude…

On the heels of our American Thanksgiving Day, the day we celebrate what we are most grateful for – friends, family, abundance of all things that sustain and nourish us – to this I add one more thing.  I am most thankful for my very own commitment to myself, the voice of my deepest Self that I understand, now more than ever, to be the only guide I could ever need in this life.  Continue reading

That ambulance went screaming away into the night…

Recall that Haylie came down with spinal meningitis at just twelve days old and was rushed away to Riley Children’s Hospital in the middle of the night to try and save her life.  The ambulance driver had distinctly told my stepdad not to try to keep up with him.  He advised John to follow the speed limit, and Continue reading

Seizures…

Haylie sofaToday, I sit here at my computer as rain soaks the whole grey world outside, watching Facebook for likes to my most recent blog post and watching the numbers on my WordPress stats rise.  Wow, I’ve just been read in Ireland.  And Romania.  Technology is amazing.  I have time for social media stalking on this soggy morning because the young woman who I usually study geometry with at this time of day, my daughter Haylie, is sound asleep on the couch with our beloved four-legged furry on guard next to her.

She is sleeping off a seizure hangover. Continue reading

Pausing to reflect…

As that ambulance raced away into the night with my tiny, sick, unconscious daughter in it, the daughter that had still been inside me just twelve days before, I was as present as I have ever been in my entire life.  I felt the emptiness of my warm hands that had passed my baby on to complete and utter strangers in the dark of a humid August night.  I felt the concrete firmness of Continue reading

As the Day Went By (a book excerpt)…

As the day went by, Haylie was obviously more and more distressed.  She was whimpering and, as evening came on, she began to shiver.  Little shivers that grew more intense.  This was totally disconcerting, especially because there was nothing I could do but to report it to the nurse, who was not as concerned about it as I was.  The incubator was temperature controlled and she assured me that everything was ok.  Then why is my baby shivering?  Continue reading