I have been on a rollercoaster... and I don't mean Six Flags!

For the throngs of imaginary people who check my blog daily to see if I have posted an update on my fascinating life... here's the past week in a nutshell. (I was told that no one reads unless there are pictures, so I am posting some from Asher's early days.)


Look how tiny!



On with the update!

Monday: Work

Tuesday: Work

(Riveting stuff, huh? Aren't you glad you logged in?)

Wednesday: Asher wakes up with a little cough. I catch an early early flight to Kansas City for a regional meeting. I get a call from daycare during the meeting. Asher looks like he doesn't feel good. I talk to Jeff. Should he take him to the doctor?? Uh, YES. Meanwhile, I discover that my make up is missing from my bag. Great. My region goes with another region to KC Royals game. I talk to Jeff off and on during game. He finally takes Asher to the ER minor care clinic. (Yes, we are the reason for healthcare reform.) I get a call from Jeff. Asher is being admitted to the hospital with double pneumonia.

Thursday (12:30 a.m.): I call and wake up my boss to let him know I am leaving KC to go be with my baby. I feel tremendously guilty for leaving the meeting. I spend ALL day trying to get home. During my trek, I lose my cell phone in one of the airports. I finally get to the hospital and see Asher with his IV, oxygen, and a big ol' smile on his face. At some point, I lose my earrings and wedding ring in the hospital room. I get to sleep in the oxygen tent with Asher. (It's almost like camping if you use your imagination!) We wake up regularly for breathing treatments.

Friday: Oxygen tent. Medicine. IV. Breathing treatments. Heel sticks. Test results. Mycoplasma? negative. RSV? negative. Flu? negative. Some other virus? It must be because we can't find anything else to blame it on.

Saturday: Yay! Asher gets to go home on two antibiotics, a steroid, and breathing treatments and I still can't find my ring or earrings.

Sunday: I taught 11th and 12th grade Life Group while Jeff kept Asher. Asher is still coughing but feeling much better. His smile is back in full force!

Here he is with his dad sometime during his 11 day stay in the NICU. We had NO idea at this point what a huge gift we had been given!




This week has made me acutely aware of what a balancing act my life is. Most days I feel like a crappy mom, a crappy wife, and a crappy sales rep. You know the guy in the circus with the plates spinning on sticks? Yep, that's me with the wobbly plates. Yeah, yeah... go ahead and say it. Big crybaby. I am not crying, by the way. Nor am I running into the street screaming profanities. Oh, and I haven't killed anyone. See how I am the model of self control? :)

Here are my children who are pretty great in spite of their plate-spinning mom...



Totally off-topic, unrelated side note: I went through the McDonald's double-lane drive thru today. I asked the girl at the window how she knows which car placed which order. She told me that THEY TAKE YOUR PICTURE AND PUT IT ON THE SCREEN WITH YOUR ORDER. She then proceeded to tell me "you were doin' like this..." so Hannah says, "What was I doing? Was I in the picture?" Nope. It was pretty much just ME. Those of you who know me can probably imagine how I feel about this. I am still working through the dilemma of having to give my fingerprint when I go to the tanning bed. (It's supposedly to keep people from using someone else's tanning package. You know how Big Brother hates it when you use someone else's tanning package.) So, I can't go to that McD's anymore. And don't get me started on Google...


Have a great week!