Well, I haven’t posted in a while but it’s ’cause I’ve just gotten over a cold. I’m not blogging about having a cold, I’m blogging about how I got cured. See, I used this brand-new super-medicine to heal myself. It’s not even FDA approved, but man i”m telling you… if you can get your hands on some of this stuff everything that ales you will be cured in no time at all.
Today Jack is either 5 months old or 2 months old, depending on how you count.
Wow. I really can’t believe that. Developmentally, he’s somewhere in between. Like, he knows how to smile and hold his head up, but he can’t roll over or calculate pi to the 100 digit yet. Either way, I think he’s pretty darn cool and I must say, the smiling is pretty fun. He laughs at my corny jokes, but not ’cause he has to, he really thinks they’re funny.
Sweet!
I asked Arch if he wanted to write the Final Chapter and he said yes, and then he promptly went back to sleep as he has something resembling the flu. One of the fun things about having a preemie, is that when you’re sick, you wear surgical masks in your own home.
Anyway, enough about present day… (more…)
Our good friend Katherine pointed out that there is a glaring omission on this blog. We still haven’t really said why Jack showed up so early.
So in the interest of full disclosure I am telling you that the “story of Jack’s arrival” will be complete by the end of the month. Why? I am hoping it will be therapeutic as I have a touch of PTSD and PPA that is making life with me super-duper fun. So, I am setting a personal deadline. Enough of this nonsense.
As for the title of this post? I was thinking of the first thing that came to my head when I heard my diagnosis… placento abrupto.
That Jack’s due date was yesterday.
It’s kinda crazy really, ’cause he also turned 3 months old yesterday. Wow.