Bella is a bit obsessed about the long scar on my stomach (from Lydia’s c-section) and asks often why it is there. I simply explain that is where the doctor took Lydia out of my tummy (no graphic details or anything). After much contemplation, she then posed an interesting scenario to me:
“What if...
An Iowa Poem
by Anonymous
It’s winter in Iowa
And the gentle breezes blow
Seventy miles an hour
At thirty-five below.
Oh, how I love Iowa
When the snow’s up to your butt
You take a breath of winter
And your nose gets frozen shut.
Yes, the weather here is wonderful
So I guess I’ll hang around
I could never leave Iowa
‘Cause I’m frozen to the ground.
We Netflixed The Business of Being Born . It was an amazing documentary about birth in America and made me sad that I was part of the small percentage of women who can’t birth naturally. I felt like a small child watching a scary movie when they showed just a small part of...
Yesterday Bella climbed on the couch with a sheet of pink construction paper and a box of crayons. Beginning to draw she explained “This is a picture of Great Grandma Faux”. “Yes”, I replied, “I can tell- it looks just like her”. Satisfied, Bella continued on with her drawing before explaining very...
I read in the paper today that Lydia’s nurse from the NICU passed away Sunday. Her name was Becky and she cared for Lydia most nights. She was such a sweet lady. I always felt safe leaving knowing Becky was there. I remember that she found out I had never gotten...
