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17 years ago (this week) I was admitted to a major Boston hospital. I was pregnant with twin boys and the pregnancy had been difficult from the start. Most of you know the story but to catch the newbies up to speed I had PPROM (preterm premautre rupture of membranes) (in laments terms, my water broke) at 18 weeks with baby B and 22 weeks with baby A. I have woulda coulda shoulda myself for years but know in my heart this is because I had a CVS (not the pharmacy kind) test done at 13 weeks (per recommendation.)  They thought something was wrong with baby B (Zachary) There was not. Until there was. I was in and out of labor and delivery so many times I finally begged to be admitted at 22 weeks into my pregnancy. I think they finally gave in because they didn't think I would be there very long. After all; my water had broke.  Twice. Chances were slim these babies were staying in. The OB fellows had rounded on me the next morning and decided to discuss my options wit

I now eat cereal for dinner . And sometimes lunch. I go on multiple walks a day. I’ve downloaded every song from my past into Spotify . I don’t fall asleep  til 2AM (and it’s definitely not as fun as when I was in my 20’s and not going to sleep til 2AM kind of thing ) I barely watch the news anymore for fear of screaming at the TV, however I do know Florida’s numbers are surging, yet Disney World is reopening. Drunk ass man at restaurant last night screamed at waitress because his dinner was taking too long. Whole restaurant (and by restaurant I mean, a parking lot with tables and chairs covered by a tent )heard. Waitress started to cry. Drunk man left with his wife leaving h  $20 for the drinks he had (and perhaps appetizers) before meal arrived. Waitress continued to cry; retelling the story to other patrons. There of course is never a need to scream at the waitstaff. Or really never a need to scream at anyone who is trying to help you. And really no need to yell at anyone during a p

Thanks to the facebook memory feature, a picture that I once posted of me and my Dad comes up every year around this time. I was in my lush white top blue velvet on the bottom dress and Dad decked out in a Tuxedo. We were going to a fancy Bar Mitzvah party at a country club. I was probably 7. We posed by the fireplace and I can see the gleam in both of our eyes. I was always Daddy's little girl. I honestly could do no wrong. And when I did, I was quickly forgiven. During the teenage years, my Mom and I fought a lot (now I know it's because we were so similar). Dad always took my side. As I aged, and I confided in my Mom every day, my Dad would be in the room on the other end of the phone asking my Mom "What? What's she saying?" I can hear my Mom laughing and her telling me "he always wants to know everything!" I know it was because he always wanted to make sure I was happy. It is so true what THEY say. You are only as happy as your unhap

Kids building sand castles are bossy. Little siblings of kids building sand castles cannot win. Parent watching their kid sneeze into a group of his friends needs to teach said kid to sneeze into his arm. And not just say "bless you" Especially during a pandemic. Same parent needs to teach Sneezy not to feed the seagulls peanuts. Kids shake their towels everywhere. Bags of chips at the beach will go way quicker than a tub of fresh fruit. I then observed Mom with two boys. Oldest was happily wrapped up in a striped towel, sitting in her lap, chugging down a water. Youngest was running in circles, giggling like a wild man, with a shovel in one hand and 3 bags of fore-mentioned chips in the other. Those were my kids. You know. Not literally, obviously. I wanted to go up to Mom and tell her not to blink. Because if you do, you would be looking into the face of an upcoming high school junior and rising high school sophomore. I wanted to tell her that your sn

OMG! The insomnia. MAKE. IT. STOP I'm wired at night and not sleeping. I'm not a great sleeper to begin with but at least I used to actually FALL asleep. Meditation apps. Relaxation apps. Warm baths. Melatonin. Benadryl. ZZZquil. Magnesium Citrate. DONE. IT. ALL I'm getting quite cranky and have learned first hand how important sleep really is for your well being. My TMJ is out in full force. Headaches. Check. Losing my mind. Check. I know I am not alone in this. Now that summer is closing in on us and we've been playing by the rules for a few months, we are reaching our breaking point. Let me rephrase. REACHED the breaking point. I met a friend for a SD (social distance) lunch this afternoon. It was the most normal I've felt in months. It was refreshing and invigorating and it just reiterated the fact that we need social interaction. We need face to face communications. We need hugs. My once extroverted, party til 2AM self turned