In a fast and furious blur, week one of summer vacation is in the books.
Life is pretty busy when the projects that I have on my list for the morning don’t get done for days. My poor six-year-old has been begging for a haircut for weeks. Every day I say I can cut his hair that day, and then at the end of the day, he goes to bed with a shaggy, sweaty head once more. That’s just the tip of the iceberg.
And as much as I just want to tackle all of the things I see that need to be done, sometimes I get big reminders that I can’t add a newborn and lots of nursing to life and still keep up the same daily list of projects to do. Last week I spent one of the days mostly laying in bed with a fever and a case of mastitis. Antibiotics and rest took care of it. I am so thankful that Jarred’s mom Cheryl was still here. She made it possible for me to be able to just “be sick” that day and get better. Even grown ups need a mommy sometimes.
Later in the week, the big event was our baby’s echocardiogram. It went well. Our little boy doesn’t have any heart issues that require surgery or long-term care. In the course of the scan they did find a tiny hole of a few millimeters, a secundum atrial septal defect. The cardiologist said that very likely the hole would close on its own as he grew, but either way, it was nothing that required further attention or monitoring. I’m very thankful for that.
As I navigated the Mayo jungle of parking ramp, subway, elevators and corridors, I walked with the baby tucked into my front wrap-style baby carrier. It’s basically a long stretchy piece of fabric that you criss cross front and back, and it makes a pocket that the baby sits in, snug against your chest. It’s very cozy and so much better than lugging an infant car seat.
It also gets a lot of attention, in a sweet way. I can’t tell you how many times I saw people’s mouths say “Awww…” as they caught a glance of this little bundle of baby on my chest. Older people, especially. By the time we finished and got back to the car, I had to smile at it all. It made me appreciate how little and new he is all over again, and realize again just what a brief time this is when a baby is so small.
Speaking of babies, I’m happy to share that our little boy isn’t the new baby in the family anymore! I have a brand new niece, Josephine Lily. My sister Victoria and I had due dates just a day apart, but with my little guy showing up a week early and her little girl showing up over a week late, their birthdays are two weeks apart. It’s pretty amazing to have two cousins so close in age. A big congratulations to Rian and Victoria Jones and big sister Genevieve!
With her new addition, this past Sunday it was a baby fest at Grandma’s house: two newborn babies and their cousin William (son of Steve and April Kramer), who is only three months old but looks like a little linebacker by comparison. Adding in my three-month-old nephew Eli in Montana and a great niece and nephew, my cup runneth over with all of these new babies in our lives.
With all of the new life around, we also still have an empty spot in our lives. This coming Sunday is a day I’ve been staring at for a long time on our calendar. It’s Father’s Day, and very poignant is that the day also marks three years that my brother Mike has been gone. I wish I had some sort of profound thought that made sense of it all, but I don’t. He was a great father who was active in the lives of his kids in every way, and three years later, while everyone grows and changes and continues with life, there is no question that he is still very loved and missed.
As for the dad at our house, I’m grateful for my husband who in the course of one day does things like making the best gooey cinnamon rolls with our kids and also teaches them how engine compression works. A few days ago Jarred cut a tree down in our windbreak. Before he cut it down, he asked if any of the kids wanted to come out and watch. Only one did. I told him he does too many amazing things with big equipment on a daily basis that seeing a giant tree fall down didn’t even sound awesome. We both laughed.
Happy Father’s Day to the awesome dads, the ones here on earth and the ones up in heaven.