Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
I think I’ve told you before about when I woke up from a D&C procedure after losing a pregnancy and the nurse asked, “How do you feel?” and I said, with more honesty than she intended, “Sad.” The nurse responded, “Sad is okay.” Meaning that there in the hospital sad was acceptable as opposed to, say, the feeling of blood running down your legs or your heart seizing.
But I’ve always remembered “sad is okay,” because it is. Alma tells us that God’s people mourn for each other. Despite his holiness and infinity, God wept over a few of his wicked people. Jesus wept along with his grieving friends. Angry, ashamed, frustrated, unsure--these are all feelings that often clue us in to our own shortcomings or need for change. But sad sometimes means we’re doing the right thing.
Monday, February 22, 2010
I'm learning that taking care of a newborn with a (relatively) healthy mind and body is a whole different game than doing it after the trauma of pregnancy and delivery. Seriously, it's just not that hard. For me, the most traumatic thing so far is that Kelton was apparently circumcised just hours before he arrived here--something that has not happened to any of my other babies. Frankly, I'm horrified. I've been positive but blase about our choice not to circumcise the boys, but now that I've seen this poor boy's mangled equipment I'm ready to start an advocacy group or something.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
After a blessedly uneventful day of driving we arrived at our friends' the Flemings, then popped right back up the next morning to drive to Disneyland. We spent our free tickets on the best Disneyland day ever. No lines. Sunshine. Not too hot, not too cold. Nine kids but not one meltdown. We broke into two groups: A pack of big kids who literally jogged from ride to ride. And a flock of little kids who wandered, dithered, and explored.
Today: the beach. Tomorrow: San Francisco and Chinatown.