Our fourth baby came into the world without a name--without even the hope of a hint of one. We. were. stumped. Why, you say? Well, perhaps I should start where all stories really would do better to start--at the beginning:)
May 25th, 2011~ Having tucked the three urchins into bed, side-stepped the usual night time delay tactics ("i'm thirsty, no I really didn't get a hug yet." etc etc) a leak was sprung somewhere in the vicinity of mine panties. El leak became a flood, became a pair of once-pink-now-turned-red maternity pj's, became a car ride to the hospital.
From there we were a dr's calm-faced talk away from momentary black out brought on by words like, "four weeks" and "bed rest." The. Man. Was. Batty. Well-intentioned maybe, but definitely batty. Four weeks? Bed rest?! ...FOUR WEEKS??!
I should probably say somewhere in there we (meaning I) had a slew of tests taken, IV's inserted, ultrasounds sounded. Ya know, the usual late night scramble to the Hospital sort of deal. I hadn't had so much a fuss made of my gal goods since Izy's midwife informed us I have a "bulky uterus." That ranks up there w/ telling a girl she has fat ankles or a muscular throat...um, thanks?
Turns out Mr. Dr. Man was wrong. Liam got tired of my bulky uterus and it's unexplainable abruption w/in a few days and came hoppin' out in record time:) And thus, we had a boy and no boy name. It's like setting the timer for chicken pot pie to coincide with dinner only to find it's ready a 1/2 hr earlier and you're not hungry yet. Turns out this works for NICU inmates, all the babies go by surname, boy or surname, girl. Liam Richard Briggs might sound snazzy to the outside world, but in here he's: briggs, boy. Hopefully enough nurses learn his outside name quick enough that he doesn't forever think of himself as "boy." Kind of like those men whose parents somehow fooled the world into thinking the name "Guy" was acceptable. Wow, now that has to be a supreme lack of effort:) (disclaimer: to our friend Guy, I'm talking about other peoples parents who named them Guy. :p )
Be bulky: Genna
Tuesday, July 19, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
My Baby is a Frankenstein- My God is a Caveman!
My baby is a Frankenstein, my God is a Cave Man.
For those of ye who either don't know; have been hibernating in a deep, dark marsh somewhere; don't regularly follow the minute details of my increasingly awesome life or just plain haven't heard: little bebe Liam took his first car ride in an ambulance yesterday slightly before noon-thirty (ok a couple hours before, but i like saying noon-thirty.)
He wheeled his way up to Emanuel Hospital and it's new (to us), super sleek , ultra large NICU(that's neonatal intensive care unit.) Where tall men in blue and short women in rainbow colors proceeded to poke (as gently as possible), peer into and scan all his vitals producing our grand solution--surgery.
Little Bono (a nickname created whilst going through our "no way we're gonna name our kid THAT! list) was kissed by his papa, bid "come back to me" by his mama, took a few sniffs of some powerful gases, zonked out and dreamt fabulous dreams involving breast milk and neon binkis--not knowing another short woman (also in blue) was carefully, craftily placing that darling mechanism that would allow his overzealous brain to drain itself of a mite too much fluid--the shunt valve. Not knowing peoples everywhere were praying for his good health and sound recovery. (thank you for those prayers!!)
Liam did return to his mama- an awe-inspiring 1.5 hours later:) (i did mention his doctor is amazing??) He will again have his vitals poked, peered into and scanned before the week is out. He should begin to eat & put on the chunk once more and he may receive the all clear from the professionals, earning that coveted adjective: discharged!!
Throughout our experience with the newest Briggs member, we've increasingly begun to realize a few things:
A) when your baby has stitches in his head, he WILL look like Frankenstein
B) looking like Frankenstein might even turn into being called Frankenstein. (Lame. Bono is a stellar nickname.)
C) sometimes when God really wants to get your attention, He borrows a slate (or rather cudgel) out of the caveman's stone book and proceeds to club you over the head with His greatness:)
Wear a helmet: Genna
For those of ye who either don't know; have been hibernating in a deep, dark marsh somewhere; don't regularly follow the minute details of my increasingly awesome life or just plain haven't heard: little bebe Liam took his first car ride in an ambulance yesterday slightly before noon-thirty (ok a couple hours before, but i like saying noon-thirty.)
He wheeled his way up to Emanuel Hospital and it's new (to us), super sleek , ultra large NICU(that's neonatal intensive care unit.) Where tall men in blue and short women in rainbow colors proceeded to poke (as gently as possible), peer into and scan all his vitals producing our grand solution--surgery.
Little Bono (a nickname created whilst going through our "no way we're gonna name our kid THAT! list) was kissed by his papa, bid "come back to me" by his mama, took a few sniffs of some powerful gases, zonked out and dreamt fabulous dreams involving breast milk and neon binkis--not knowing another short woman (also in blue) was carefully, craftily placing that darling mechanism that would allow his overzealous brain to drain itself of a mite too much fluid--the shunt valve. Not knowing peoples everywhere were praying for his good health and sound recovery. (thank you for those prayers!!)
Liam did return to his mama- an awe-inspiring 1.5 hours later:) (i did mention his doctor is amazing??) He will again have his vitals poked, peered into and scanned before the week is out. He should begin to eat & put on the chunk once more and he may receive the all clear from the professionals, earning that coveted adjective: discharged!!
Throughout our experience with the newest Briggs member, we've increasingly begun to realize a few things:
A) when your baby has stitches in his head, he WILL look like Frankenstein
B) looking like Frankenstein might even turn into being called Frankenstein. (Lame. Bono is a stellar nickname.)
C) sometimes when God really wants to get your attention, He borrows a slate (or rather cudgel) out of the caveman's stone book and proceeds to club you over the head with His greatness:)
Wear a helmet: Genna
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