So, posting the birth plan was a horrible temptation for the Gods of Severe Preclampsia.
I give you the latest thing I made. Born 33 weeks and two days--almost a full week of gestation more than Buster got.
Still in the hospital, still recovering. We are hoping he will be home by Christmas.
I am trapped in a glass box of emotion. (Milk was a terrible idea.)
Best things about border hospitals?
Nurses are all VERY concerned with my barchina and if I did pipis.
Monday, December 12, 2011
New Birth Plan: DO NOT WIN A MILLION DOLLARS
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ah yes, the barchina and pipis. lovely.
i received your fan-freaking-tastic Christmas card today and said to myself, "WTF. Didn't she just give birth?" And then remembered your "ALL READY MUTHA EFFERS" post. I applaud you.
Can we call him Baxter?
p.s. Paul and I read your CC letter out loud, and laughed the whole time. We bow to you.
What they said. Because I am incapable of (appropriate) original thought.
Seriously, the Christmas card and a blog post. WOW!! I'm in complete awe of the wonder that is you.
That looks like the very best thing you made in 2011. And hooray for extra tax deductions!
I can't imagine the emotions you are going through, but you sure did good! I hope & pray he will be home for Christmas. And God bless the border hospitals. And the border. And the border town.
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