{"id":2931,"date":"2008-11-21T22:11:06","date_gmt":"2008-11-22T05:11:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/?p=2931"},"modified":"2008-11-28T20:53:12","modified_gmt":"2008-11-29T03:53:12","slug":"not-the-post-it-was-suppose-to-be","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/2008\/11\/21\/not-the-post-it-was-suppose-to-be\/","title":{"rendered":"Not the post it was suppose to be"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Today is Will&#8217;s 5th birthday and that is a big deal.  Five is just a big deal.  We have five fingers, five toes.  There are five workdays in our week.  We have a nickel for five cents and a five dollar bill and learn to count money in fives.  And when their children are at the age of 5, Mothers have to take a long, hard look and realize that they have managed to raise a newborn to an infant to a baby to a toddler to a preschooler to a kid.<\/p>\n<p>This post was suppose to be my tome to my first baby, my boy, the infant I cried everyday over for months, spent hours hooked to a pump and feeding through a finger-tube.  The baby I struggled to care for while starting a PhD.  The toddler I took away from home before a storm destroyed our city.  The preschooler who attended three schools in under a year, spoke two languages, and lived in 3 countries before turning 3 years old.  The boy I now look to for help around the house.  That guy.<\/p>\n<p>But instead, my arm is weighed down by the heavy head of Kate, who has been throwing up for 7 hours.  I&#8217;m afraid to leave her side, as she&#8217;s so lethargic that I am concerned over her ability to turn her head and not choke when her body decides it&#8217;s time for another go.  She&#8217;s wiped out all her pajamas, most of my clothes, and countless towels, bedcovers, and blankets.  It&#8217;s going to be a long, long night.<\/p>\n<p>One thing we know is that she won&#8217;t make it to Will&#8217;s Birthday Party tomorrow.<\/p>\n<p>One other thing I know is that we&#8217;re two for two on our lives failing apart right before the Po&#8217;Boy Fest; this was the same week Paul had the emergency appendectomy a year ago.  I sense a pattern.<\/p>\n<p>So until I can say something more complex and memorable about my darling boy, here is the picture-book account&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Will, fresh out.  With antibiotic all over his little eyes.  (U of Michigan hospital, Ann Arbor, MI)<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2932\" title=\"pb210022_cropped\" src=\"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/pb210022_cropped.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"704\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Will, eating his first ever cake on his first birthday, New Orleans:<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2933\" title=\"img_0486\" src=\"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/img_0486.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"752\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/img_0486.jpg 1360w, http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/img_0486-199x300.jpg 199w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Will on his 2nd birthday.  We had a small party in the front yard.  Folks came from around the block and commented that this was, &#8220;the first post-Katrina party&#8221;.  My Mom brought a helium tank from Alabama so that we could have some balloons, which Will spent the entire morning popping.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2937\" title=\"img_17371\" src=\"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/img_17371.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"752\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/img_17371.jpg 680w, http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/img_17371-199x300.jpg 199w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Will on his 3rd Birthday.  Argh.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2936\" title=\"img_3885\" src=\"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/img_3885.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/img_3885.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/img_3885-300x200.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Will, with the little O&#8217;Delice cake for his 4th birthday.<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2935\" title=\"img_7146\" src=\"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/img_7146.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"333\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/img_7146.jpg 1024w, http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/img_7146-300x200.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Will, today, on his 5th birthday, with his classmates signing Happy Birthday (in French, of course).<\/p>\n<p><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-2938\" title=\"willbday\" src=\"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/willbday.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"500\" height=\"750\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/willbday.jpg 682w, http:\/\/www.coldspaghetti.org\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2008\/11\/willbday-199x300.jpg 199w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 500px) 100vw, 500px\" \/><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today is Will&#8217;s 5th birthday and that is a big deal. Five is just a big deal. We have five fingers, five toes. There are five workdays in our week. We have a nickel for five cents and a five dollar bill and learn to count money in fives. 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