Tuesday, March 30, 2010


Dylan doesn't know it yet, but he has a new little buddy.  His name is Paul and he is five days old! My cousin and I have already decided that they are going to be great friends.  They have no choice.  He is adorable and I love him! He makes me want another one.... (record scratches and room falls silent) 

OK, the momentary lapse of sanity has passed.  

Here he is! Little cutie pie.

Welcome to the world cutie Paul!

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Thank You

I have a huge support network in my family and friends.  I have been lucky to know many kind, caring, and giving people.  Still, it is absolutely amazing to me that people from all over the country, who have never met me, who have no stake in any part of my life, have chosen to read my blog and send me well wishes.  It really strengthens my faith in the innate goodness of this world.  Thank you to everyone who has taken a moment to send your support to both my Mom and me.  Your kind words mean so much.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Dreaming of My Garden

I'm loving this mild spring weather. Opening my windows to let the fresh air in is definitely helping my mood.  Since the accident I have basically been stuck inside, trying to rest my aching body and make phone call after phone call to deal with the aftermath of the car accident.  The spring melt coincided with the accident, and it revealed all the work waiting for me in my garden. 

I remember, as a child, working by my Mom's side, picking out plants, digging in the dirt, playing with earthworms and watching everything grow.  I really cherish those times - she gave me a creative outlet that allows me to connect with the Earth and with her.  Talking about gardening and sharing plants is something I have been lucky to share with my Mom and my sister since I started my own little plot. Of course, it will probably take a lifetime of learning and experimenting before my garden is as beautiful as hers.  Even so, it is my release from the tensions of everyday life and I miss it terribly. 

Last year I was unable to work much in my garden because I was pregnant. This year, I was very anxiously anticipating warm weekends when I could spend the day taking care of everything that has gone untended over the past year and a half.  Now I am unable to lift or bend enough to do anything useful outside.  I'm awaiting the benefits of my physical therapy and keeping my fingers crossed that it will work quickly. Until then, I will have to give Chad a to-do list for outside while I enjoy my house plants. 

Tuesday, March 16, 2010


Yesterday morning, Chad was trying to feed some breakfast to Dylan.  Dylan was too busy trying to grab everything around him that he was not paying any attention to eating.  So Chad thought that holding his hands would help him focus on the important task of eating pears.  He wasn't particularly happy about this, but he dealt with it. That is, until I walked into the room.  As soon as I walked into his sight, the pitiful bottom lip jutted out and then the water works began.  He sobbed and sobbed while Chad held his hands and fed him.  The entire time he watched me to be sure I was aware of his discontent.  At first his tactics worked and I felt the urge to pick him up and comfort him.  But then all I could do was laugh at him for being so clever and sneaky.  At seven months he knows my weaknesses and has harnessed his power over me to break up the cohesive parenting team.  If he is like this at 7 months, what will he be like at 7 years?  And lord help us, what will he be like at 17?

Friday, March 12, 2010

Lucky, Blessed, Grateful, Hurting

Today I am feeling so lucky and grateful that Dylan and I are still alive, and that Dylan does not even have a scrape on him.  I am also feeling incredibly sore and irritable and blue.  Ever since the accident three days ago, I wake up and cry.  I feel so traumatized.  Poor Chad listens to me complain constantly about my aches and pains (have I mentioned that every single joint hurts, by the way?). He never once tells me how much worse it could have been and that I should remember how lucky I am.  He just nods his head, hugs me, and lets me vent. Maybe if I let it all out here I can give him a break, and stop the constant firing of neurons causing me to relive details that I would like to forget.

I keep flashing back and seeing my sudden stop from 60mph.  I had time to breathe a sigh of relief and to think about how scary that was.  I heard brakes and skidding and felt the hit.  I couldn't stop my car from sliding forward no matter how hard I pushed on the brakes with both feet.  Another hit as my car was pushed into the car stopped in front of me. Then a third impact.  I still have no idea where it came from.  Everything around me was a blur except for the screaming baby in the back who I tried to reassure through my shaking and tears.  I vaguely remember trying to get him out of his car seat from inside and calling Chad.  Then I was standing on the side of I-95 with a 7-month old baby.  Cars flew by on their way to work, too busy to even slow down to rubberneck.  One man convinced me to step to the other side of the guard rail just to be a little more safe.  People were asking me questions. I don't know what they were. Somehow I located my license, proof of insurance and registration.  Then we stood there and waited.  I hugged and kissed Dylan over and over.  People checked on us again and again.  Finally Chad arrived and helped me take care of the situation.  Did I call the police? No. A state trooper had magically arrived at the scene.  Had I called the insurance company? No, but that other guy did.  Did I take pictures? No, should I?  Lucky for us, we live in the age if Blackberries and I Phones and Chad was able to take care of this while I remained in a daze.  I remember focusing on a scratch on our back bumper where the plastic was scraped away.  My focus zoomed in on it and I remember thinking how bad it looked and that it would be hard to fix.  I was completely missing the fact that except for this scratch, the rest of the bumper was gone. Someone found the license plate of the car that hit us inside my car and reality started to set in.

Ever since Chad drove us safely away from that place, I have uncontrollably broken into tears.  I just have to remember that we are OK.  When I watch Dylan laughing and playing I am reminded that he will have to live with absolutely no repercussions of this.  That is enough to help me heal each day.  I will, however, miss that beautiful Jetta Sportwagen TDI that saved our lives.