Wednesday, October 13, 2010
The Proper Way to Say Thank You
It's early. Already working on my second cup of coffee, and listening to the rain. The house is dark and still quiet - which should only last - according to my calculations - for approximately sixty or so more minutes. Sleep? Sure. I could be using my time wisely... however, apparently, my family thinks I am popular - and wants to know WHEN! I will update my blog again... and alas... this is what I am willing to sacrifice ... all in the name of family. When I need a serious nap later, I am sure I will be calling one of them to volunteer their babysitting time.
Tomorrow is Lauren's first birthday. Hard to imagine it's been a year. Hard to not say all the things I would like to pour out about her today, instead of waiting patiently until tomorrow. My little (well, not exactly) preemie baby girl... who I was sure would just never want to leave the comforts of the NICU ... will be one tomorrow. She is currently the most hilarious part of my day. She has learned to nod her head "yes" in response to anything you say to her... apparently, she is going to be an INCREDIBLY agreeable child. Let's not hold our breath on that one.
This is the first year in TWO that I haven't spent the next week tucked away in the NICU. And, like any good southern girl, I have decided to show my appreciate to the nursing staff there this weekend with breakfast. Food is ALWAYS the way to celebrate, or in this case, show gratitude in the south. I think we invented the Potluck. So if I ever send you a casserole, or a box of cookies, you know you've done something right.
(Lauren, looking rather disgruntled... and might I mention, VERY dirty)
In this case, for the nurses...
THANK YOU FOR MY TWO SWEET TODDLERS... HERE ARE SOME DOUGHNUTS AND COFFEE.
THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR SENDING US ON OUR WAY... PLEASE ENJOY THESE BISCUITS.
and not to forget
WE REALLY APPRECIATE YOU NOT KICKING US OUT THE FIRST TIME.... HAVE SOME BAGELS.
I called the nurses there the other day, in preparation to take them breakfast this weekend, and asked if they had a room ready for us... afterall, I think we earned a plaque on the wall or something there, right?
::in honor of those who acted really silly and overemotional about their babies learning to drink a bottle::
::in honor of those who had not one, but TWO babies here in the course of a year::
::in honor of those who were TOLD not to bring baby clothes from home, but did anyway::
::in honor of those who STILL love the smell of hand sanitizer all thanks to the NICU::
Now, those are just a few of my suggestions to commemorate myself and my offspring there. Truthfully, I should be sending those nurses breakfast everyday, for the rest of my life. I owe them. Not just for the general wellness and good health of my babies... but for being the "staff" that sent me on the way to being who I was meant to be my entire life... a mama. For teaching me not to a single breath for granted... and for showing me that couting my blessings is a daily requirement. And so are biscuits.