Archive for November, 2005

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Pumpkin Day

November 24, 2005

We opted out of all Thanksgiving day invitations and stayed in our PJs all day. I made a fairly typical turkey day dinner, and when we noticed our neighbor’s car still in his drive, we gave him a last minute invite for a very casual dinner, and he accepted. It was a lovely afternoon. The best part, in my opinion, was the delightful pumpkin-bourbon cheesecake. Wow.

We also painted our bedroom, and it’s exactly the color of pumpkin puree. I’m not sure how I feel about it yet.

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Today’s date in Ethiopia

November 24, 2005

Today’s date in Ethiopia: 15 Khedar 1998

To convert dates to other calendars, click here

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A Very Patient Creature

November 22, 2005

You should see her with the homemade unicorn horn.

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Countdown

November 11, 2005

The Red Party is tomorrow. Today I’m doing party prep. What a nice occasion this is! Five years ago today I spent most of the day in utter shock at the crisis of the day before and my future. Then I started to cry, and that lasted for 12 hours. I was in the hospital alone, 7 days post-partum, while my husband struggled to care for the baby alone at home. Later that day, John arrived with the baby and one of my closest friends (who happens to be John’s cousin). She works in the medical field, and when she wouldn’t look me in the eye…that’s when I knew I needed to ask some tough questions. The nurses moved me to a private room and let John and the newborn move in. We got lots of attention, they don’t often see newborns or 32-year old women on that floor. My case was so serious that the Chief of cardiology came in on the weekend to take my case. He wasn’t taking new patients at that time, but was interested in mine. When I had a chance, I asked the resident for more details on my prognosis. I barely absorbed what she said: There was a 50/50 chance I’d survive the situation I was in at that moment, and from there…no one (with my heart function) lives more than five years without a transplant. Even with medication. I felt better, so I did what I do best. Put my hands over my ears (la-la-la, I can’t hear you!) and just got down to the business of getting to know my baby and healing my heart. I didn’t even tell John about that conversation until after we knew I was going to survive. Here I am planning a party. Some fabulous friends are helping me celebrate in fun ways, I’m sure I’ll have photos to share.

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Lilyism

November 9, 2005

I called today to make my yearly ob/gyn appointment. The receptionist asked if Lily is coming, and then I remembered why she was interested in my kid. At the last minute I had to bring Lily to my annual pap smear and exam. We stopped in the bathroom on the way in so I could leave a urine sample.

She is a very curious kid, and I always speak frankly to her about our bodies, but I really didn’t want her blasting me with questions from between my legs with my feet up. I thought I came up with a clever solution. I brought a bag of peanut M&Ms, put a chair up near my head, and gave them to her right when we started the exam. She stayed put, asked just a few questions, and ate all the candy in record speed.

I got dressed, feeling quite pleased about how well it had gone. Then the sugar kicked in. As we opened the door to walk back through the waiting area (now packed with people) to exit the building, Lily yells excitedly, “Hey everybody!”

In a split second my stomach lurched as Lily prepared to make an announcement of some kind.

“My mommy can pee in a cup!”

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I should know better…

November 4, 2005

than to answer the phone after nine. A little baby boy is making his way to my house by way of a social worker. He needs foster parents. It’s a crazy story not fit for a blog, but I hope this little 2-week old lands with his forever family soon! He’ll probably only be with us for a couple of days

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Surprise!

November 1, 2005

As if the henna decorations and my very own red party (in addition to being alive)are not exciting enough…my husband somehow managed to get my mom here for the party. From Wisconsin. Sneaky, sneaky.