Saturday, February 02, 2002

(Second attempt – damn this software!)

At seven months, Jackson decides it’s time for his first trip to the emergency room. After calling our doctors’ after-hours number and confirming that he should not gasping for air, we were sent to the ER to have him evaluated.

After several hours in the ER, the pediatrician confers with our pediatrician that Jack should be observed overnight. With his month-long bout of RSV in December, we were ready to weigh in on the side of caution. Finally, we arrive at our room to discover the hospital cannot find a crib for us. Apparently, they are undergoing renovations, and no one could remember where they were being stored. (Or so they said.) I had already been holding twenty pounds of cranky child for over 12 hours. What were a few more? I was more afraid I would doze off and drop him.

Finally, we settled down for a night of wake-up calls. After Jack’s first breathing treatment and steroids (during which he screamed like I broke his leg), I’m sure the other people in the hall were thinking, “hey, sick people here. Make baby go away.” An hour later, he seemed to sleep and I put him in his crib only to have him roll over and look at me like it was playtime! He ran his pacifier back and forth against the metal bars of the crib. I was just waiting for him to yell out “hey screw, let me outa here!” Too many infomercials later, he finally fell asleep.

Next morning, the doctor gave us the all clear. He sent us home with prescriptions and breathing treatments in our future. He also announced that Jack is too pale and needs more Vitamin D. I’m not sure how we’re supposed to accomplish this with an infant that has milk allergies. Oh well, there’s always the tanning booth.

Thursday, January 31, 2002

The web is a very inbred space. We've had the site up for two days, and I've told only one person about it. And yet, we've been mentioned in File13's (Laurence Simon) Blog.

I suppose there's nothing more self-indulgent than having a log entry about being mentioned in someone else's log entry.

Not much news on the home front. Jack is eating like a champ again, now that he's used to having a tooth in his mouth. Heather is into the groove going back to school. I'm writing in short, staccato bursts between putting Jack to bed and putting myself to bed. It's not too great for the flow of the work, but it's getting done.

Tuesday, January 29, 2002

Some days, I am reminded why I usually watch taped reruns of shows I archive instead of the news. This morning, I watched last night's Justice League cartoon with Jack. Show ends, and I have CNN on. Jack is playing on the floor, and they start playing the story about how the town of Inglis, FL banished Satan from their midst. I am reminded of the episode of West Wing where Jed asks the question "Is there an epidemic of flag burning going on that I'm not aware of?" Who knew the Prince of Darkness liked small town Florida?

The news report went on to show the ugly face of religious intolerance, brewing right here in America.

So anyway, I've picked up Jack by now, and am busily yelling at the Mayor of Inglis and her redneck cronies. Jack proceeds to pop the pacifier from his mouth, and jams it in mine.

Thanks, son. I needed that.