Conversations

Last week:

Jake (as the furnace kicks on): That's the washing machine.
Mom and Dad: No, that's the heater.
Jake: No, that's the washing machine.
Mom and Dad: No, that's the heater.
Jake (matter-of-factly): That's the washing machine.
Mom and Dad: OK, it's the washing machine.


While making dinner:

Jake: That's salmon
Dad: No, that's tuna.
Jake: No, that's salmon.
Dad: Ok, Jake, it's salmon.

Jake: That's a lemon.
Dad: No, Jake, that's a lime.
Jake: No, that's a lemon.


At dinner:

Jake (as the furnace kicks on): That's the washing machine
Mom and Dad: No, that's the heater
Jake: No, it's the washing machine.
Mom and Dad: (sigh)

Putting My Money Where My Mouth Is

Yesterday, I did something that I've never done before: I made year end donations to the hospitals that have played a role in Jake's care and to another organization which helps families travel to Boston for the fetal cardiac intervention. I don't have a lot to offer, in fact, money is tight with the holidays and property taxes due, but it just felt like the right thing to do.

The three hospitals I donated to have all played a role in saving Jake's life:

Boston Children's Hospital Advanced Fetal Care Center - designated for Fetal Cardiac Intervention Program

Morgan Stanley Children's Hospital of New York Pediatric Cardiology Program

Schneider's Children's Hospital Pediatric Cardiology Program

And the organization that helps families who find themselves in the situation we were in so many months ago:

The Ellianna Grace Foundation

New Years Resolution: To Update My Mommy Blog

I failed miserably at mommy blogging in 2009. I tried, but time and energy were in short order for me these past several months. I don't see time getting anymore generous towards me, but hopefully the New Year will bring some new found energy and motivation. I could use a little of both, and not just for mommy blogging.

It's easy to get into ruts, and I've been in one for several months now. Going through something traumatic is tough enough, but picking up the pieces of your mind, body, soul and spirit, when you've passed that "if we can just make it through" part and life returns to normal has been tough. It's the everyday challenges that get to me, the effort it takes just to wake up and get out of the house each day.

I know I should be thankful for every moment, considering what we've been through, and believe me I am. I just wish someone told me how difficult everyday life would be once you've made it through hell, when things are good and you have to go back to normal.

So I've been depressed, unmotivated and zapped of energy. I'm working on it, though, and resolve to spend some time doing something I love: writing about my little bundle of joy. And hopefully that will help to get me out of this rut...