Whitney

  This week has been a week of losses. We've lost our beloved Whitney Houston who was the backdrop for my youth. I would go to our local teen center and dance to all her hits, I would be in my sixteen year old bedroom with all my Michael Jackson posters covering my walls and just sing along with her hits. I of course thought I was transforming my voice into something that resembled hers, to any witness in my home who I would assume was downstairs turning up the television as to block out my complete deafening version of "I Want to Dance With Somebody". It didn't matter to me, I had my perm, my leg warmers, and my music. When I heard of her death I was shocked. I of course like most of society knew of her history of addiction, but it was still huge emptiness that seemed to fill the air.
This week everywhere I look I see her on the cover of magazines and on the television. I hope that people will remember her voice , her spirit, and her remarkable mark she left on the music industry.

   

Just a thought

   With all my pregnancy's I knew within day's of conception that I was pregnant. Isn't it incredible that as women our bodies are capable of growing life. While we're going about our lives not even aware of the timing that our little lima bean size creations begin to beat their little hearts. I'm at peace when I'm growing a baby, It seems to me that I'm in a constant child's pose position. No wonder pregnancy has been so appealing to me.
   I see this look on all my patient's faces the second they see their child's face for the first time. It say's to me, I knew you all this time and you were so worth the wait. Who know's their children better than their mother? An understatement would be to say that we worry about our children from that day that we see the blue line on our pregnancy test to the moment that we take our last breath. It's what we do and are biologically set up that way.
   The other day I was bringing my younger son to school when he said to me "Soon, Mom you won't have to bring me to school I'll just drive myself." A brief moment of panic crossed through every nerve in my body. How can he be old enough? Will he be responsible enough to get behind a wheel? He's to young! , I remember having insomnia over my oldest son getting his license just having the worst thoughts run through my mind. Now three years later I never stop worrying but I can sleep through the night. We never stop being a parent, we don't punch a time clock and are automatically off duty. This is what makes life worth living, our family...our children.

Tom

    Tom and I are planning a trip to Puerto Rico in June to celebrate out 20th anniversary. How is it possible that it's been twenty years? He's my solid ground, my rock. The man I met twenty-one years ago has seen me through it all. I mean really, can you imagine saying to your husband, "Hey hon, I'd like to have someone else's child. Oh, and here's the catch, you have to deal with my moods, my labor, my postpartum, breastfeeding, and hearing me talk about the whole experience for the rest of your life!" Quite literally he's the most amazing person I know.
   The father of my children, a husband that is romantic (a lot more than myself), a chef, and don't get mad a me girls but...he does the laundry. Sometimes I still feel like we're on our first date, and I want to totally take advantage of him. He makes me laugh, he makes me push myself. I had always wanted to be a nurse, and honestly without his encouragement I'm not sure I would have.

I can't wait to go to Puerto Rico!