Lynmarie has a good friend from high school named Gail. On the wednesdays that Lynmarie works, Gail will watch our kids and on fridays when Gail works, Lynmarie will watch her two kids. It works out pretty well.
The down side is that whatever sickness each family of kids has at the moment the other gets to share. So this past week there was a little 24 hour gastro problem where our two girls would spike a fever and throw up. When David started we didn't even break stride and figured "what's another 24 hours?"
But David didn't stop. He finally woke us up around 2 am friday and said that "a T-rex was biting him in half." Lynmarie quickly morphed into beast woman . . . I mean nurse woman and said "I'll bet you it's the appendix." Sure enough, he now has a little scar to show off. He'll be a week in the hospital with triple IV antibiotics.
What is interesting to me is that it is almost exactly 7 years ago that we were at this very hospital when he was born. I will never forget that moment. You worry so much about a healthy baby, a cute baby (what if they are butt ugly?), all this stuff, and then he is out and perfect and beautiful and I want to hold him forever and nobody will ever hurt you and I can't wait to play catch . . .
Seven. We're talking years. It feels like seven minutes! I don't feel that I am seven years older. In some ways things are as they were seven years ago; I'm watching him sleep and I jump as soon as he crys. My little man will too soon be a man. I have so much to tell him and not very much time.
For now . . .
