Hospital Visit

My daughter was recently hospitalized, more out of caution than necessity (for which I thank our doctor as it is better to be safe than sorry), but ohmyfuckinggod was it ever stressful for me as my husband was away in Toronto and I had to drag Henry along with me (he was the best behaved baby the whole time and absolutely loved the hospital. What gadget/electronics oriented child wouldn’t?), but sleeping on a mattress on the floor of my daughter’s hospital room with him was less than restful.

So, what do I do when things are stressful? Tune them out, even just for brief snatches of time. Turn away for the space of a breath, from the anxiety of my child in a hospital bed to the window because although I know her illness isn’t serious the precariousness of my children’s safety is brought too close in the children’s ward where many others (the baby whose cry we heard through most of the night) will not recover so quickly, where many other parents struggle with the heartbreak of an inconsolable child who they are unable to protect .

Two hands instead of one

Oh my god, I am presently typing with two hands right now and man does it feel great! Let me explain. I have an 8 month old. For some of you I’m sure that that right there is explanation enough, for the rest of you I will expound.

My son is absolutely adorable, he is happy, friendly, intelligent and chubby. All good things. Since having him, however, I have spent the better part of the day with him in my arms–sleeping and awake (he has just recently started sleeping next to and not draped across me)–which means that I am developing wonderfully toned arms, a very strong bond with him, and the ability to type with one hand as he naps in my arms for an hour and half (don’t you dare put me down Mommy!).

While I can write quick emails, replies and blogs, for the most part, typing is just not what it used to be. I post my blogs in stolen moments, furtively hiding behind the coffee table as my son paws through his container of toys, or nervously as my son looks at me accusingly and cries while my husband tells me not to worry about it and whisks him away to some other part of the house (but the sound carries, it always carries).

This is why my blogs have been short and image-intensive (which my sister-in-law says she likes), but the truth is that I am long winded. I like to write and ponder and unravel things and I want to do that on here. So, here is to two handed blog entries!

Here are some pictures of the city I live in, and which I am a little obsessed with taking pictures of: Vancouver, BC.  I also have a thing for trains.

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