Today is Friday, September 19th, 2014 and it is 8:30 p.m. I am sitting in the pediatric wing of the Boulder Community Hospital with six year old Kate who was admitted earlier today for pneumonia. It’s not where I want to be and it’s certainly not where she wants to be, but when you have a child this sick, the monitors clearly showing me her heart rate and oxygen levels are comforting. The last time I was in the hospital overnight with Kate was when she was around ten months old when she was also admitted for pneumonia. Thankfully, this time around she is being a much better patient.
Ten-month old Kate was a lousy patient. I remember the doctor telling me that the albuterol they were giving her through a nebulizer might make her a little cranky. That turned out to be the understatement of the century. … Read More
My husband and I celebrated our eleventh anniversary this weekend. We kept it low key and went out to dinner with all three kids and had a great time. But the best part of the day? When our brand new king-sized bed was delivered. I had been begging for a king for years because my older sister (and mother of four) told me the best piece of baby equipment she and her husband owned was a king-sized bed. But my husband kept saying our room was too small (he did have a point), we’d have to buy all new sheets in king-size (another good point), and he didn’t think we should spend the money (and there I heartily disagreed).