Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Thankful

I am thankful that I can watch my beautiful daughter sleep at night.

I am thankful for my 88 year old mother who just finished reading not one, but three, bedtime stories to my daughter.

I am thankful for my wonderful cousin Bonnie is making dinner for the three Richter girls tomorrow.

I am thankful that Eliza got to know her grandfather, even briefly, and remembers him still.

I am thankful for my family in Saba who welcomes us home each and every visit.

I am thankful for my partners at work, no matter how often it seems that I nag them (I don't really nag, it just seems like I do).

I am thankful that Eliza enjoys giving the Salvation Army lady money to help the needy and who understands, even at this young age, what it means to give to those less fortunate than us.

I am thankful for the hope and joy that Eliza brings to me every day.

I am thankful that Eliza last night for the first time took a bite of an orange and pronounced it "delectable."

I am thankful for the doctors who care for Eliza, but even more thankful that we only have had 24 visits so far this year.

I am thankful for Eliza's wonderful school that has helped her to grow and develop into an incredible child.

I am thankful to Eliza's music teacher who ignores the fact that Eliza can not carry a tune but encourages her any way.

I am thankful to Eliza's friends who are a truly delightful bunch of children.

I am thankful to Joyce for caring so very much for her Gracie.

I am thankful to Eliza's cousins who spend so much time with the littlest Richter, even though Eliza does not think of herself as anything but a "big girl."

And last, but not least, I am thankful for the people who helped to save my daughter's life, because without them I wouldn't have everything else for which I am thankful.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Ta Da!



Guess what? Did you hear the news?

It really exciting! Shocking even!

Still no ideas?

Not to worry, it is still just us two ....

The big news is Eliza got to sing at the Pierre! Yes sir! Eliza continued the family tradition of coming from a completely tone deaf family who has no problem belting out a show tune off key!

This week, Eliza attended the fund raiser for YAI at the Pierre Hotel (very fancy schmancy). She and several of her classmates sang "Heal the World" by Michael Jackson. Blessedly someone decided to change the lyrics "there are people dying" to "there are people trying" because 4 years olds singing about dying people is just not a good thing.

Eliza did her best imitation of Eloise at the Plaza, but since I am biased, I think Eliza at the Pierre is far cuter than Eloise ever was.


Not bad for a little girl who had less than a half dozen three word sentences only 18 months ago.

A special thanks to cousins Adriana, Matthew and Peter for making it a very special night for their littlest cousin.





Monday, November 15, 2010

Spotty

I have to reconsider the lack of a pet in our humble abode.

Previously Bosley the cat lived with us. But when he started chewing on Eliza's O2 tubing, he moved to Casa de Nana and Papa. He never made the return trip to NYC since my parents became very attached to him. After my father died, Bosley served to keep my Mom company, and he is now officially her third child and is not making the trip back across the Hudson.

It seems Eliza is, well, confused as to what constitutes a pet. Would you like to meet her new pet "Spotty?"

Here he is:



Yup. It's a pumpkin. A pumpkin that she lovingly decorated with a cute face, one heart shaped eye and spots. Because this is a Spot Leopard Pumpkin. Now given Eliza's almost encyclopedic knowledge of animals (the kid knows what a quetzel is whereas you'll have to google it) you would almost start to think that there is such an animal as a Spot Leopard Pumpkin. Sadly no.

And here it the dilemma. Eliza loves Spotty so much, she has him sit on the table when she eats, brings to the side of the tub during bath time and, yes, brings him to bed at night. Yup, this kid sleeps with her beloved pumpkin:

So far Spotty has been holding up OK, if you know what I mean. But one day Spotty is going to go the way of all gourds (unless of course some reader knows how to preserve a whole pumpkin).

When that sad day comes, we may have to search for a spotted fish. Or maybe Nemo's cousin.

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Remembrance

Today is Veteran's Day.

Today we honor all of the men and women who served our country, many of whom lost their lives or suffered grave injuries so we could live the life we choose in a free country.

My Dad was only 17 years old when he left Brooklyn and headed thousands of miles across the North Atlantic. He had never been more than a hundred miles from home before that day in 1942.


He served all over the world, from the Normandy Invasion, to Egypt and North Africa,
To Gibraltar, Ireland, England, France and Russia,
To Okinawa, Saipan and the Marianas, to name just a few.
Daddy survived torpedoes in the North Atlantic and typhoons in the South Pacific. He watched the English Channel turn red with the blood of those whose lives were lost on D-Day and saw the surrender of Japan at the war's end.

All before his 23rd birthday.

So today, let's take a moment and thank the men and women, young and old, who have taken on a job most of us would never think of doing.

Thanks Big Ed for all you did.

Sunday, November 7, 2010

A Public Service Announcement

November is Prematurity Awareness Month.

I think the main thing we need to be aware of about prematurity is that it sucks.

It really sucks.

Prematurity takes what should be a normal infancy and turns it into a journey into medical hell. It robs both parent and child of a normal infancy. Instead of filling baby books with milestones like "smiled for the first time" you make note of milestones like "weaned off ventilator." You and your baby are robbed of quiet, private moments. Instead, the two of you spend those moments in a room filled with strangers, doctors, nurses, monitors, alarms and machinery you didn't even know existed when you filling out your baby registry. People tell you well intentioned, yet terribly stupid things, like "things happen for a reason," "God doesn't give you more than you can bear," "at least you never got stretch marks since the baby was born so early" or "you're lucky you get to sleep at night since the baby is in the hospital."

You wake up day after day wondering if this is the last day you will see your child.

Prematurity financially devastates families. Contrary to popular belief, there is no insurance fairy who pays the tens of thousands of dollars of co-pays or the endless "uncovered" things like speech therapy or adaptive equipment. Even "good" insurance isn't "good enough" to cover prematurity. Instead of paying for a babysitter, you have to pay for a nurse to watch your child, instead of daycare, you have to hire a nanny, instead of working full time you have to take a leave or work part time because of the sheer number of medical appointments your child will have after leaving the NICU.

Prematurity is isolating, physically and emotionally. Because of the baby's fragile immune system, you have to limit to whom and what the baby is exposed. Of course friends and family assume you are simply nuts, because, as they will all tell you over and over, everyone needs to be exposed to germs. Actually not. It is emotionally isolating because no one, other than the other shipmates on the SS Prematurity have even a clue as to what it is like to take your infant to a minimum of one doctor visit every week, not have a single day for just you and your baby because three therapists show up everyday, on schedules that are convenient to them not you and your baby.

Prematurity devastates families emotionally (see all of the above).

So what can we all do to help make this suck less?

Well, you can donate money to various charities in the hope that some of the research they fund might end prematurity. Or you can do something a bit closer to home and more personal. Call your local NICU or its support group and ask what you can do to make this whole thing suck less. Small things can make prematurity suck less. For example, my mother, my aunt and I make blankets and hats for the babies. There are dozens and dozens of babies that have worn my aunt's tiny "wee caps" and many who have been warmed by one of my mom's blankets and even though my blankets are far from "perfect" they are made with love. Some people make isolette covers, some people donate disposable cameras for parents to leave at the baby's bedside (yes we do take photos of our babies in the NICU), other folks donate gifts cards for coffee or gasoline to be given to those in need in the NICU. Others donate story books to the NICU (yes we read to our babies the same as you would at home). If you are feeling really generous, ask if you can send over bagels and coffee for a Sunday brunch for the parents and nurses (they get hungry too). Not all parents in the NICU can afford NICU clothes for their baby, so think about donating some NICU shirts or preemie clothes to your local NICU.

Even if you can't prevent premature births, you can make prematurity suck less for the parents and the babies who are in the NICU right in your hometown.

So this November, let's see if we can all make prematurity suck less.

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