Five by Thirty Five...

by the skin of my teeth, because I turn thirty six tomorrow. I often wondered if I'd have my baby while I was still 35. I ended up officially having him seven days over due at 41 weeks, kind of crazy.

Did you know I had what is called a precipitous delivery? Which means sudden and dramatic. Every nurse that cares for me makes a comment about my delivery and how I barley made it to the hospital.

Speaking of nurses, why does a nurse think 4:30 a.m.--when you and your baby are sound asleep--is a good time to do a baby's PKU test? and when I ask her if she can do it later she comes back an hour later at 5:30 a.m.? Just because it is the middle of her shift, doesn't make it the middle of the day for us.

(the view from my hospital room)

Ten year old "T" stayed with me the second night in the hospital. We told him he wouldn't sleep well and that nurses come in all night and they would wake him up, but he begged us to let him sleep over. He thought it would be fun. There is probably some hospital rule against it, but we didn't ask, and luckily no one kicked him out.
While staying at the hospital two of my favorite words during the day are "Food Service", four times a day. I can't help but think, if only I could take the cafeteria home with me, I'd be set.

I couldn't live without and will forever be grateful for the all the meals friends and neighbors bring to us. I can't imagine planning and cooking meals while being completely sleep deprived. Getting back to cooking dinner after having a baby is always a challenge. I think it has to do with the fact that, that seems to be the time of day when the baby is awake and needs attention. Well, like it or not that is part of normal life so eventually I'll have to cook again, all too soon. I need a program like meals of wheels, for a year. Now that would be awesome.