I spent most of March either waiting at a doctor’s office or in a lab or on the phone trying to get appointments, reports, release forms.
For my oldest whose heart rate dropped remarkably out of the blue.
For my youngest.
For my middle child who slipped in the snow while playing and hit a tree.
I was dealing with the black eye, swelling, pain but when I was sent to the radiologist to get his skull film to check for fractures, I felt I have reached the end of my line.
I’m trying REALLY HARD to believe that this too shall pass.
Boy, life is MESSY! When you least expect, a curveball hits you hard out of nowhere and knocks you down! It was terrifying sitting at the doctor’s office watching my daughter undergo an ECG. Still very hard for me to wrap my brain around this!
Limes, lemons, oranges, copper pennies, zinc nails, light bulbs, wire spools – all laid out on the kitchen counter out of the baby’s reach and I’m not allowed to touch anything till all data are collected and photos taken. Well!
On this foggy and snowy February day, I’m basking in the warmth of memories of our summer in Maine where there were lobster shacks like this everywhere!
Today. Illustrated in ink.
Well, at least I got out! Like my limo driver said, ‘Better rain than snow…’
Thinking of the beautiful log cabin among misty mountains called Nordic Village where we spent a night of our summer vacation in Maine.
It seems inevitable that one or another will fall sick on a family vacation. Sad, but true!