This morning is going SO. SLOW. Blarg. It needs to be 8am.
But that's just my point! You she obeys! She obeys you! There's obeying going on right under my nose!
Wash ,'War Stories'
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
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SuziQ - Sep 28, 2006 5:44:34 am PDT #5334 of 10000
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Lee - Sep 28, 2006 5:45:12 am PDT #5335 of 10000
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Hec, insent about visitage. I'm glad Matilda is out of the NICU and things are going well.
SuziQ - Sep 28, 2006 5:51:17 am PDT #5336 of 10000
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
I wish I could make it over to SF this week. It is so close and yet so far.
Hec - you, JZ, and dear Matilda are in my thoughts. I know I just saw you less than a week ago, but it feels like forever ago already. So much has changed.
DavidS - Sep 28, 2006 6:46:00 am PDT #5337 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
5:40am
Ping!
David's Brain: Where's Jacqueline?
David:
[muzzy]
Wha? She's in the hospit...
David's Brain: Where's the baby?
David: Also, in the hospital.
David's Brain: Mmmhmmm. Emmett?
David: With his mom. Please, everybody is fine. Let me sleep. I didn't get to sleep last night until one. We need to rest.
David's Brain: Gotta be ready! Baby in the house! Must maintain state of constant ready alertness!
David: Ooof. Brain, everybody is fine. This is like our last little chance to get some sleep before the baby really is in the house. We need to sleep. Sleep is good. Okay?
David's Brain: ..........
David: Okay.
[starts drifting away on imagery of the opening credits of Age of Innocence. Dark waters superimpsed with flowers and beautiful calligraphy. Some classical music. Dappling light...]
David's Brain: Serpentine!
SuziQ - Sep 28, 2006 6:56:06 am PDT #5338 of 10000
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Fuckity. Crying at work is NOT ON.
I called mom and in twisting to answer the phone, she was in so much pain she couldn't talk to me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck a duck. Fuck.
P.M. Marc - Sep 28, 2006 6:56:41 am PDT #5339 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
Poor David. I shouldn't be laughing at you. So I'm laughing with you. (Had a sleepless baby night last night, feel your pain like whoa.)
How close are you to having the bedroom set up and ready?
Amy - Sep 28, 2006 6:57:38 am PDT #5340 of 10000
Because books.
I called mom and in twisting to answer the phone, she was in so much pain she couldn't talk to me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck a duck. Fuck.
Oh, Suzi. Can she ask the nurses to give her more pain meds? Or put her on a pump? I'm sorry, honey. Recuperation from that kind of surgery is a hard road.
David's Brain: Serpentine!
Are they still coming home on Saturday?
P.M. Marc - Sep 28, 2006 6:58:56 am PDT #5341 of 10000
So come, my friends, be not afraid/We are so lightly here/It is in love that we are made; In love we disappear
I called mom and in twisting to answer the phone, she was in so much pain she couldn't talk to me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck a duck. Fuck.
Oh, honey. I'm sorry.
SuziQ - Sep 28, 2006 7:01:59 am PDT #5342 of 10000
Back tattoos of the mother is that you are absolutely right - Ame
Can she ask the nurses to give her more pain meds? Or put her on a pump?
She had been on a pump, but her central line leaks so the meds weren't getting in her system, so that went away. Getting other pain meds can happen and hopefully she will ask the nurse for some. I'm not there to help with that and it is frustrating.
DavidS - Sep 28, 2006 7:03:22 am PDT #5343 of 10000
"Look, son, if it's good enough for Shirley Bassey, it's good enough for you."
I called mom and in twisting to answer the phone, she was in so much pain she couldn't talk to me. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck a duck. Fuck.
We don't like to see our humans hurting. No we don't.
Poor David. I shouldn't be laughing at you. So I'm laughing with you. (Had a sleepless baby night last night, feel your pain like whoa.)
Well as long as you're laughing with me.
Are they still coming home on Saturday?
Yes. That is the plan.