April 6th

This week will be the first time I’ve worked on an April 4th, 5th, or 6th in seven years.  I couldn’t justify staying home after the girl’s RSV hospital stay, her eye surgery next week, and our recent extended vacation.  Plus, I have a training class the first week of May, and my sister’s wedding later that month.  I’d like to stay employed, though I can’t say I’ll be super productive the next couple days.

April 4, 2004 was the last time I felt my son Brennan kicking.
On April 5th we discovered we'd lost him.
He was delivered in the early morning hours of April 6th.

I wrote a version of this a while back on Band Back Together, never intending to share it with a soul (not with anyone I knew at least).  Our story usually makes people squirmy - it's not really cocktail party conversation, but it is MY story so I will succumb to the temptation of wet concrete, or a penknife and tree trunk and post it here, now that I have my very own (microscopic) corner of the internet.  I strongly suggest the family NOT read it.  Lots of swearing, amongst other reasons.  General blogging rules also suggest this is way too long for one post.  Too bad.  No one else has to read it either.  Here’s a cute picture of a dog instead as a thanks for stopping by, if you want mosey along.  Story is after the jump.

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Travelers (both kinds)

On our first unsuccessful break for home we were stripped of our luggage and arrived at Gigi's with nary a set of PJs.  Yet one more reason to love Target.  Of course I bought the kids summerish clothes, not thinking it would be cold in LA of all places, so they're looking a little Gyspy-like here. 

Too busy to stop & smile for mom.

Stripes & plaid, winter coat & shorts - A Study In Contradictions

What I wouldn't do to be able to take an action shot!