Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Thank you Easter Bunny!

I don't know how to tell this story. I have been mulling it for a couple weeks now. Is it an Easter miracle or April Fools story? Maybe neither, I guess it depends on belief vs luck, good plan vs good fortune... OK here goes.
As previously blogged, I am the proud pappa of a happy healthy baby girl. But it wasnt always a fore gone conclusion, as we were on pins and needles for the first couple days. Especially the first night, when our precious was getting boxed up for a deep space mission and shipped off to OP NICU to try to solve the white cell count and SpOx problems. Thank fully Dr House was not working there, come to think of it I'm not sure who was working on that little girl.
I don't think anyone would think of me a religious guy. Yeah, I believe in a lot of things, the number sixty-nine... the small of a woman's back... high fiber... and most of Crash Davis's list. I also have strong evidence to help me believe in a god. A creator/helping hand with a typical hands off approach to the silly people on this planet. I also believe God is female, but that might be a future post.
So faith with an (un?)healthy does of cynicism. I am not one to ask for help usually. And when it comes to prayer, well, I have had my belief fortified. I have prayed for divine intervention twice in my life. The first time it was answered but taught me a valuable lesson, be careful what I wish for, as I asked god to make my parents stop arguing... they did and separated and divorced soon after. In the grand scheme of things it was a good thing but the kind of thing that can shape a teenager.
So as the minutes ticked towards the close of March, I lay on possibly the most uncomfortable sleeper sofa, physically and emotionally exhausted, I sent out a silent prayer. Something along the line of make my little girl be OK, as if nothing was ever wrong in the first place." Well, that was answered also, while she had a 7 day stay at the hotel NICU, baby RC showed fight, pulling her intubation out during the ride to OP and vast improvement as her white cell count was back into normal range the next morning. By the time mom got out of the hospital, our bundle of joy had a little jaundice and an IV to complete the antibiotic regiment, but was otherwise healthy! Amazing!! What ever it was or is, I am thankful.
Welcome to the world little Rowan!!!!!!
watch her grow...

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Baby RC's first tramp stamp

I saw this on the news and reminded me of a book I read, Jennifer Goverment, so I started playing with it. I suppose there is some invasion of privacy or some evil historical events that make this a bad idea, but what if we tagged our children.
point your barcode reader at that!
and you could put a lot more info in it, address, phone number, allergies...
see... I know we all love our children and would do anything to protect them, but have I gone overboard? I suppose when we have to fear the minority of evildoer and protect our information as much as our babies maybe not as good an idea as I would like. And what if you move a lot, do make a whole belt line of tats? Temporary tats!! Oh wait, the kidnappers can rub that off. Is there such a thing as a shallow tat that only lasts a year? Or the GPS chip embedded in the neck, yeah! 
So I sit here with my little angel strapped across my chest thinking of how I can keep her safe. Feed, change, and swaddle her in love will be the first steps, chips, tats and leashes can come later.

Sweet Child...

She's got a smile that it seems to me
Reminds me of childhood memories 
Where everything 
Was as fresh as the bright blue sky 
Now and then when I see her face 
She takes me away to that special place
And if I'd stare too long 
I'd probably break down and cry 

Sweet child o' mine 
Sweet love of mine 

She's got eyes of the bluest skies 
As if they thought of rain 
I hate to look into those eyes 
And see an ounce of pain 
Her hair reminds me of a warm safe place 
Where as a child I'd hide 
And pray for the thunder 
And the rain 
To quietly pass me by

Sweet child o' mine 
Sweet love of mine 

Where do we go 
Where do we go now 
Where do we go 
Sweet child o' mine 

thank you GNR...