Thursday, March 22, 2007

It's just a few more hours....

and I can relax.

And the monkey can too. I know he's capable of it, he has the genes. We saw for ourselves last summer. See below.



In less than 24 hours we'll be cruising at an altitude of who knows, but it's high enough; and I can put the rest of this month behind me. I am going to forget about the flu week, the childcare dramas, the plumbing disasters. I am going to forget about being slammed with snow and ice and shovelling, and cleaning. I am going to pretend that I am not turning 35 years old or that I have more than that number of grey hairs in my ever thinning mane.

For one week, I am just going to chill out.

Of course, it wouldn't be us if we didn't have just one or two last minute ordeals to endure. Today's was the requisite heart clinic check up. J's clinic visits are thankfully few and far between these days, but we still have to go every few months. In general, they usually suck. No amount of preparing the monkey beforehand ever alleviates the hysterics that he goes through once there. But we try our best to get through the morning.

I'm going to take it as a good omen that today's visit passed quickly. We went from blood draw, to echocardiogram, to EKG, to doctor exam with minimal waiting. Lots of tears and shouting, yes ... but not too much waiting. And whew - it's over!! Absent any complications, we don't have another visit until late June or July. That is awesome.

I can't believe we've gone from two clinic visits a week to one every 3-4 months. I was thinking about it this morning as we drove over the GW Bridge into Manhattan. As usual, traffic inched along, while the overcast sky rose up in testament to my foul mood. How did we manage to do this back then? Jeff had just begun a new job, we had just moved into a new apartment, and we had this brand new month old baby who had given us the scare of our lives. Twice a week, in the cold winter mornings, I bundled him up and made the trek into the city. Twice a week, we sat there in the crowded clinic waiting room, where I was forced to breastfeed Jordan as unobtrusively as possible. Twice a week, I held him down while they took his blood and monitored his heart function. There were times I thought I would fall asleep standing up. The round the clock care that a newborn demands takes its toll on every parent. And we were no exception.

But, as we drove to the hospital this morning, those bitter days seemed so far away. For all my complaining,sometimes I think we are the luckiest parents in the world.
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