Wednesday Rambles

It's a day and a half after falling in the parking lot. The adreniline rush and worry about the baby is over. I spent at least eight hours yesterday just sitting in the saddle of my trusty V6 steed and I am seriously aching: sore and stiff.

My visit yesterday with Baby D and her Mom went well. Despite our many, many differences, yesterday Mom and I found even more common ground. I was unimpressed with the Doctor and left the appointment feeling like we still had too many loose ends. No cardiologist? No Pulmonologist? They don't have pediatric nutritionists in that part of the state? A Genetics doctor travels there once a month for one day? Anyhow - the quality of medical care she will get there is in no way near the comprehensive team approach she receieved in our far-away corner of our humble New England State.

After the pediatrician appointment, we picked Baby D's brother up after school and drove around to the Beaches and just hung out. He is an oppositional, angry and generally unpleasanr little guy. Fortunately, I am a trained professional...and was just plain old too tired to be manipulated by his attitude. In fact, I had a little sleepy-silly-snarky going on for me! Threw him off balance enough that he just relaxed. I truly enjoyed our day together and look forward to seeing them again when we have school vacation week. We made a plan to spend a mid-week afternoon at the ocean with all the kids.

The oldest of our three boys is up getting ready for school. The house is filled with an interesting scent. A combination of brewed coffee, peanut butter toast and too much boy scented deoderant. The furnace is humming as it less than 40 degrees, and the steam of the dryer vent is sending streams of white vapor cloud out the vent into the backyard. I sit here at the dining room table, looking out the french doors to the heavily wooded and rocky hillside rising steep towards a cold blue sky. We have black squirrels in the part of New England where I live, and thier irregular movements in the woods at the periphery of my vision is distracting. Ummmm. Today, I love it here.

I am trying to type this without my necessary reading glasses as they are upstairs in my bedroom where, thankfully, there remains a sleeping baby. Sleeping!!! BB: he is noisy in his breathing. Reassuring to hear the boogery congested rhythmic rise and fall of a baby's breathing. Baby D had stridor - a whistly collapsing of her floppy windwipe when breathing. It was disconcerting when BB arrived and he breathed silently. I much prefer the noisy variety. It is easier on my nerves.

This morning I meet with three of my Mountain Town Moms- an informal off shoot of our much larger Mountain Town Foster Parent Support Group. These are wonderful women. I am sure I have mentioned them here once or twice. I may have even claimed, much like a traveling doctor selling snake oil, that these women are a healing balm. A magical elixr of sanity and advice. We look in each other's eyes and just get it. Parenting abused, neglected, traumatised, and disabled kids is NOT easy as all y'all well know. These ladies are like those Olympic skaters you see twirling and leaping and gliding effortlessly. These women make me think even I can skate.

OK - note to self. Next time you sneak downstairs early-early to have quiet time in the morning. Remember to turn OFF the alarm clock radio upstairs that is set loudly to NPR..because, apparently, the baby dos NOT like NPR....... Gotta go!!!!!!!!!!!!!!