February 2011
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52sq • Week 9 • "Home Field Advantage"
Dear Isla,
Sports analogies, theories and practices are most often lost on your mama but I can understand now more than ever why people get all in a tizzy about their favourite team hosting on their home turf.
We had a rocky start to your initial release home from hospital but, since then, you’ve flourished in a way that makes my heart rise into my throat and my head feel all woozy from...
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52sq • Week 8 • "Reunited"
Dear Isla,
Words cannot describe the feeling racing through my heart and head when your daddy and I learned you were in the pediatric intensive care, struggling for your health. Racing home to you from the Dominican Republic was the most intense race of our lives and our reunion couldn’t come soon enough.
The entire family was at your bedside for your entire week’s stay in...
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52sq • Week 7 • "One Toe At A Time"
Dear Isla,
Your daddy and I boarded a plane that week’s Tuesday morning to be at your Auntie A and Uncle P’s wedding in Punta Cana, Dominican Republic. It was beautiful. Just beautiful. Your Auntie glowed like the gem of a woman she is and your Uncle P made me teary eyed just watching him with an overwhelming sense of happiness. Daddy and I are so very honoured to have them as such...
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52sq • Week 6 • "Here Fishy Fishy"
Dear Isla,
This was during an evening stopover en route to Florida, when we thought you were getting better from your “flu bug.” Even just a little bit. You had an interest in Goldfish crackers and you laughed at all your dad and grandad’s jokes. Grandma and grandad did a load of your laundry and you cuddled in between your daddy and I to stay up late watching TV, like a good...
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I've avoided...
mentioning this in fear of “asking” for more, but…
Just our luck?
No less than four hours after Isla was released from the hospital for the second time, my poor mum was rushed to hospital via ambulance and kept in overnight having come down with an insane bug despite equally insane hand washing in the hospital that made her unable to keep her life-saving/required-constantly...
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Ps. We were whispering, not disturbing others. And I don’t think we were interfering with protocol.
Can you tell I hate being told off?! :)
Deep breath. I’m over it :) Ish. :)
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That didn’t last long…
We had a good morning of routine and play but Isla won’t keep food down and, as a result, is floating dangerously low on her sugar count.
Our doctor (who - very cool - has been in touch all day iPhone to iPhone) has gone down to meet us at emerg and get a bed ready.
Sad. Frustrated. And other emotions I won’t let myself acknowledge. Here we go...
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*home* :)
Thank you everyone for your kind words and sweet, healthy-to-goodness vibes you’ve been sending! They’ve certainly brought the warm n’ fuzzies to our little family.
We’re home now. We’re not exactly any further ahead, but we are home. I’ve been told to keep doing what I’m doing and that riding it out is better still at this point than attempting...
Thank the heavens for @SesameStreet...
We’re on day seven of some strange alien-like embedded viral strangeness with Isla. In her short, near 16-months of existence, she has never, ever, ever been this wiped out by sickness. Those days of yore when I used to fuss over the odd 24-hour stints of runny nose or heavy eye look like a cake walk in comparison.
I got her all set up on the couch, just like my mum used to do when my...
