Home... Again

A is home again from the hospital. Unlike a kid hopping off a rollercoaster and running back through the turnstyle for a repeat lap, we nearly hurl at the thought of continuing this ride. There will be more monitoring, office visits and blood tests in the coming days and weeks to ward off the patented Newmaforma trip to the ER followed by being admitted 9 hours later. Maybe this time next month we'll have wrapped up the 16th Fall Beach Classic with Officer B Conti.

One Month

G is a month old today. A should be out of the big house in a few more days. Speaking of House, DL says her case should be story line for the show. One of her MD's looks sort of like the fictional Dr. House but is not a tool.

G, Trike and I have been walking. The neighbors all think it's cute that a dude walks a dog and a kid. I don't get it. Trike thinks it's akin to being security detail for a candidate, G just sleeps, and I am sly enough to know that the stroller is really a camouflaged walker. It's still all about the rehab.

Now I am getting suspicious

For all the poking, prodding, testing, admitting nurses asking me point blank what her birthday is, CT scans, organ removal, blood thinning, 18/28 days away from home and her new son, etc, etc, etc, I am beginning to wonder if in-fact this is all just a rouse to rondevue with a hot MD? I swear...I wrote one story about a hot nurse...

Man Time

Saturday night we got a little more help from some friends. All the crazy-ness settled down just long enough for the boys to get some Olympic man-time. I dozed after Phelps showed yet again that he can swim the 100m faster than I can check the knot on my locker key at the waist of my swim trunks.

Done with the Hospital Sunday...

...went much better than Finally Home From the Hospital Friday. Even if quickly followed by Monday.

Not Funny Anymore

The question was asked of me yesterday, "What are the odds of A being back in the hospital?"

I posed the more relevant question, "What are the odds we get our own frigging parking place at the hospital?"

It's definately gotten old.

Finally out of the hospital Friday

Today, exactly two weeks after going in, A is home from the hospital. Not a shabby photo for a phone either.

How Polar Fleece Changed My Life

Neighbor Dave passed the fleece on to me with the experienced advice that it was the greatest thing ever.

I agree. The fleece wrap or sash or boy-bag or whatever it is; is Awesome. Now I can make coffee, brush my teeth, do some work...

What isn't awesome is G waking up for a 4 a.m. feeding then not wanting to sleep till 6. The same time I need to get out of bed and try to get something accomplished for the day. That last 90-120 minutes are the nectar of quality sleep that I am robbed of.

I hope Karl is reading this. His time is about up. I've changed more dirty diapers in the last few days that haven't even been on Gav long enough to stick the tabs together than ones that have been on him for more than 30-seconds. It's like putting white bar tape on with greasy hands then being upset that it's smudged when the job is done.

The good news is that Gavin has pissed in his own face more than mine. Justice is sweet revenge.

good pics

Tim took these last friday. much better than me and my treo. His photo blog is linked on the right as nuovo petite photog.

slumber party

Thursday Gavin and I went home. It was a rough night so friends have been staying over each night. Nancy and Jessica got Gavins room and gear all organized, cleaned and inventoried so I know what I have, need and what stuff is for. Saturday was pretty well documented. Gavin and Hadley waited for their dads to pass out, then hooked up.

First night is the worst night?

The hospital staff moved A to a different room last night and released Gavin to go home. A’s mom spent the night with her and played the heavy to keep from getting inexperienced or bitter nurses involved and to make sure the MD called the specialist who actually turned a plan into useful reality during the night.

Gav and I had to stop off by A’s folks to get Trike. I was worried Trike would feel put out with Gavin; Quite the opposite. Trike see’s the positive in that while he’ll get less attention than a baby, he can play with more “stuff”. In the photo is a foam pillow called a Breast-Friend used for nursing. I’m using a giant syringe with a hose and my finger to feed Gav, so Trike took to the Breast-Friend and found it very comforting.


I had plans of a poker game, or teaching Gav how to ride the rollers or glue up tubulars for Cyclocross season. Turns out he mostly ate, pooped and slept. This morning I didn’t feel up to dressing him in the clothes with the hospital name all across them that they sent us home with. We decided to just let him lay low in his camo blanket and wait to pounce.



I’m off to brew another cup of coffee.