It takes a village at South Washington

Moment of joy with Arlyn.

It seemed like a good day to start a journal. I left my babies at home in the loving care of daddy and Nancy (and her own 2 boys), who have come in her post-operative state to care for Emory and Arlyn so dad can leave for rounds at 5 am. It truly takes a village in our household, it’s not just a figure of speech. We’ve turned over our one extra bed 4 times in 7 days with grandmas, grandpas, dogs of multiple breeds, and various other caregivers, on a normal week of life. Occasionally it’s a daycare in here, which I love because it’s busy and fun.

New Years Day at 11 pm, Nancy called and said she was headed into emergency surgery. I was getting on a plane to Nashville in 12 hours. Like the extra-ordinary person she is, Nan had already called Taylor (from the hospital bed) to come with Mia for the day and overnight and cover. BTW, Mia’s mom had a baby that same morning. Taylor and I were on the horn by 6 am. Gram was on a train the next day from Baltimore, and Grandma and Grandpa’s 3-day stay was extended to 4. We got through that week, pulled it off, Tennessee trip, surgical call to boot. On to this week, I was Oklahoma bound, so we moved in Nancy and family. Fortunately Emory is infatuated with both of her boys, so I’m feeling warm and fuzzy. Today, I squeezed in gymnastics class, a 5 month doctor’s appointment, and a board meeting before hopping on a plane at JFK for my journey. I texted Dorie Clark, whose emails I love, to inquire on blog strategy. With her pep talk, got this done too. So it’s all gravy from here.