Sick Of Being Sick

I have been sick since the start of 2013.  

For the past two weeks, I’ve had a rotating set of symptoms: sore throat, scratchy throat, headaches, stuffed nose, exhaustion, chills, fever, sinus infection, loss of taste, and severe congestion.  I swear, if any medicine would work I’ll volunteer for their commercials (“Actual person.  Not an actor.”)  This all started New Year’s Eve, and I’ve gone on a business trip to Cincinnati and spent my wedding anniversary sick.  This is supposed to be one of the worst flu seasons on record, and I honestly can’t remember ever being this sick for so long with the flu.  Aiven caught it first, then me, then my husband.  But because I’m pregnant and have a suppressed immune system, they’re already feeling better while I’m still in the doldrums.  I called my OBGYN a week ago to ask what medicines I could take while pregnant, and they suggested Tylenol, Sudafed, and Robitussin.  They hardly helped.  When I went in for an appointment on Friday, they prescribed me a Z pack, and I’m finally starting to feel better.  I was even able to taste my food today!  Unfortunately, Aiven’s nose has been running all day, and I fear he may be getting sick again.  I knew 2013 would be a challenging year with the twins arriving, but I didn’t anticipate this at all!

Happy New Year!

Newtown Is My Town

I am scared that if I start to cry, I simply will not be able to stop. There is so much to cry for right now: the lives lost, the family and friends who must carry on, the horror, the fear I have for my own child's safety. I cannot cry. I may not stop if I do.

When the media describes Newtown with its beauty, charm, and good schools, they are describing my town.  When I see the pictures of the children and the teachers, I see the faces of the children and teachers at my son's school. When they talk about the residents who left New York for a simpler life, they're talking about me. Only a few degrees of separation and 47 miles stand between them and me. The world seems so bewildering and scary because of this.  Newtown is my town in almost every way.

Miscarriage In Ireland

I recently came across the story of a young woman in Ireland who died after being refused an abortion during a life-threatening miscarriage.  

(http://worldnews.nbcnews.com/_news/2012/11/14/15164593-tragic-savita-case-reignites-abortion-debate-in-ireland?lite). 

Savita Halappanavar suffered from sepsis (blood poisoning) that could possibly have been treated if she had been allowed to terminate her already-doomed pregnancy. Instead, she suffered for three days vomiting in pain, and not one life was lost but two.

This story touched a nerve in Ireland, which might finally do something about its abortion policies. The senseless part of this senseless tragedy is that Ireland's Supreme Court recommended 20 years ago that abortions be legalized in life-threatening situations, but politicians have dragged their feet ever since. Though I may not agree with them, I think there are some valid ethical arguments against abortion. Nevertheless, this particular situation was clearly one in which an abortion would not have changed the unborn child's fate, but could have changed that of the mother.

Happy Thanksgiving!

What I am thankful for:

• The wonderful home we have in Connecticut.  It is filled with love, laughter, friends, food and toys strewn about.
• My wonderful husband.  For making the move back east and being open to falling in love with our new home.
• My wonderful husband again.  I couldn't do anything without him by my side.
• My smart, adorable, funny, silly boy.  He makes me smile everyday and my heart swells with love for him.
• The 2 new babies growing in my belly. They truly are a blessing.

My Nanny Post From July 6, 2011

Thinking of my time on the UWS and my former nanny today.

I am Not Jealous of my Nanny

MIA

So sorry I haven't posted here in such a long time.  It has been an incredibly wonderful and busy time for me.  In case you hadn't heard, I am blogging for CTWorkingMoms.com now. They are a wonderful group of women and I am enjoying being a part of the group.  You can find my posts with them here:

CTWorkingMoms

I will have lots of new things to share soon.  I promise.

Love,
C.

Back to School: They Know I’m a Blogger

I took my son to his first day of “school” today. Actually, it was half of a half-day, more of a parent-teacher meet n’ greet and let-the-kids-touch-everything to get everyone familiar sort of deal. I didn’t feel worried at all about sending Aiven to school because he adapts well to new situations and I know he needs to spend time around other kids. Besides, my husband and I work from home and I fear our son is getting sick of us.

About a week ago, we started getting inundated with emails from his school: class schedules, after-school programs, PTO meetings, holiday calendars, orientations, donation requests… I’m surprised there wasn’t a parent-teacher conference in there. Or maybe there was. I just had to tune it all out to stay sane (also known as denial). People: the kid’s not even 2! Is this normal or overkill? I have no idea because I am new to this whole school thing.