What She Wore: Pajamas. According to the clock on this computer it's a little after five. I should be sleeping, but I can't, so I'm blogging--makes perfect sense, right?
You know that feeling you got in high school when your boyfriend broke up with you? A rock in your stomach that is a combination of dread and nausea? Well, I've got it right now. No, I'm not getting divorced. I just found out that Charlie's neurosurgeon has left the hospital where he works. No official word yet, but the guy was kind of a maniac, and anything is possible with him. You don't want just anybody drilling holes into your baby's head, and I trusted this guy, AND he was smart, AND optimistic. There are a lot of doctors out there who aren't optimistic, and I've promised myself that I won't go back to any doctor who doesn't give me a warm fuzzy feeling. Problem is, not too many neurosurgeons in this neck of the woods. Well, crap--I'll just keep my fingers crossed that I won't need the services of a neurosurgeon any time soon.
PS: I just spell-checked this thing and apparently I can't spell nuerosurgeon or optimistic. Thanks, Blogger.
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- Katy
- Deep South Looziana, United States
- A suburban princess turned public school teacher turned stay-at-home mom. I love shopping, celebrity gossip, teen movies and other things that I should probably be more ashamed of. I love pretending I'm cool while listening to cheesy music in my car--don't take that away from me. It so doesn't matter than I have a Taurus with a car seat in the back. I love eating, drinking, and laughing with friends. I love art, but I have to paint at night while my family is sleeping. My husband is an NPR-listening, Libertarian engineer who keeps me grounded. My son is a smiling, laughing, palsied, hydrocephalic angel. Normal babies just aren't this wonderful. My husband calls me the Bird, hence the name of this blog. This is just my life on a page--food, babies, daily drama, decorating, and the like. Welcome.