September 2008

Like Sands Through the Hourglass of Time.

September 29, 2008

At Simone’s last pediatrician appointment her doctor asked whether she had started solids. “Not that I know of!” I quipped, feeling panicked. Was she supposed to? Apparently she can begin any time. Simone, you may not have realized, is almost EIGHT MONTHS OLD. Does anyone else find that unbelievable? She’s just over four months adjusted, [...]

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And Everyone Loves a Furry Pelt!

September 26, 2008

I have seen reproductive endocrinologists, standard endocrinologists, obstetricians, gynecologists, perinatologists, and psychiatrists, but with the exception of a few visits to whomever-happened-to-have-an-opening-that-day (once for a kidney stone, once for a foot injury secondary to pathological clumsiness), I haven’t had a general practitioner in years. Alas, my perinatologists finally stopped refilling my prescriptions, so I picked [...]

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Appeasement.

September 23, 2008

I am aware that posting has slowed to a trickle around here, and I will attempt to placate you by offering this poor-quality 55-second video of my baby hopping around in the uncoordinated fashion one would expect, given her parentage: Regular posting will resume later this week. Pinkie swear.

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I CAN STILL HEAR YOU.

September 16, 2008

Remember the March of Babies? How I (well, YOU, really) raised the most money and thus won a session with photographer Mandy Birdwell? Well, last month, we had that session, and the pictures turned out beautifully: Don’t we look fancy? Nerd-fancy, I mean. We beam at Simone through our powerfully corrected vision! Mandy, the photographer, [...]

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Crimes and Misdemeanors.

September 15, 2008

My mother-in-law came up last week to look after Simone while I stapled myself to a chair at a coffee shop and attempted to wrest a few sentences from the vice grip of my mind. Deadlines, you see. As a result, things I want to tell you have accumulated, so this might be a bit [...]

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Dasein.

September 8, 2008

Having a sick child is terrifying, even when you know that everything that can be done is being done, even when you trust that the people making medical decisions about your baby are fighting for her almost as fiercely as you are. Imagine, then, that your two-year-old has a rare immune disease that causes her [...]

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Visitation.

September 3, 2008

The site of the RNC is about a mile from my apartment, and suddenly my neighborhood haunts are densely populated with tan people in golf clothes, and if I stick my head out the window and take an exploratory sniff, I can smell the smell of Republicans. (BenGay and money, in case you’re wondering). To [...]

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