Alone...Sort of

Well, the last wave of grandparents has departed and I'm on my own. The three kids...and I. Three to one. I don't like those odds. It's not too bad right now, when Hadley is napping and King Rocky is dozing during his tummy time. The nurse in the pediatric unit would have a coronary if she saw him. For those of you who don't know, Harrison was admitted to the pediatric unit of the hospital for his jaundice when I was dismissed from the hospital. The only way I could get him to settle down under the photo therapy lamp was to put him on his side or stomach. Although I was literally next to him, watching him the entire time, the pediatric nurse went nuts when she saw me and lectured me soundly on the dangers of SIDS. Needless to say, that did NOT go over well.


Anyhow, all is peaceful and quiet when two out of three Davis children are dozing. It's the waking hours that can be a bit tricky. It's tough to remember that this is a big adjustment time for everyone. It's especially difficult to remember when Thatcher decides to pee-pee in the mesh trash can or when he breaks every single Christmas ornament he has received this year.

That was written on 30 December 2009, and I obviously never got around to finishing that thought. That is probably the last time I was "alone...sort of" as the title implies. I figured I'd go ahead and hit the "publish" button, though. I had just about forgotten that Thatcher broke all of those ornaments and went through a week-long "pee in the trash can" bender.

This otherwise unfinished draft of a blog post serves as a good reminder that this, too, shall pass; that the moment's crisis will be long forgotten minutes, hours, days, and certainly weeks later. Or, more aptly put, I won't remember the crisis because three children are rapidly depleting my once abundant supply of memory.