Four months without blogging. And I have survived. Clearly, the three people who read this have, too. But it's time to get back to posting again. Three months without wireless internet access and one month to settle into our new home have taken me out of the blogosphere for a while, but I'M BACK! Ironically, I am now in a home where there are three computers and two adults...
Our move to North Carolina was a long time coming, and even though we were already moved in by the time the boys and I arrived, there is more to moving in than just the physical stuff. Luckily, to quote Elizabeth Gilbert, I can talk to a piece of sheet rock about any subject under the sun. So when I saw a gentleman leaving BJ's wearing a NY Giants t-shirt, I just asked him point blank if he knew where there was a Giant's fan club around here (for Jason, not for me, obviously... I am sports illiterate). And when a Target employee asked if I had found everything I needed, I asked her where I could find a nice park to take the kids. All the online research I could have done before the move helped, but networking is networking.
One thing I had in place two days after we arrived was an appointment with a pediatric ENT to follow up on Nicholas' issues. Before we moved from New Jersey, an ENT there had recommended tonsillectomy, adenoidectomy and ear tube insertion surgeries. Triple whammy. Jason and I decided it would be best to have the surgery down here, since the recovery time would be ten days to two weeks and I would be home with the kids for the summer anyhow. So two days ago, I brought the little guy into the North Cross Surgical Center for his outpatient surgeries. Of course, I was worried about everything that could happen, but as it turns out, I should really trust professionals, especially when they give me pages of literature to read beforehand and are on top of everything throughout the process. Coincidentally, the anesthesiologist is from Fair Lawn, New Jersey, the town where I spent five years teaching. She told me exactly what to expect when Nicholas came out of anesthesia, most notably that he would likely get sick to his stomach. Shortly before we checked out of the surgical center, Nicholas let out the biggest belch known to man -- which I assumed to be a clear sign that he was keeping those three popsicles and two apple juices down.
Just as I had merged onto 77 northbound in the 100 degree heat, Nicholas let fly with a technicolor yawn. Did I mention we had not yet driven through the pharmacy to collect his four prescriptions? And that it took another 15 minutes for the CVS to get them ready after we got there? And that during that time the pharmacist offered two lollipops to soothe Nicholas? Who crunched on them instead of sucking on them? Luckily, those stayed down, as everything else did since we arrived home.
I told the doctor about our usual morning outings to the local spray park, asking if these would be alright to continue, to which the doctor replied, "No." He told me that Nicholas could "chill out in the pool" but that there should be no running around whatsoever for the next two weeks. Also, Nicholas is not allowed to lift anything heavier than 40 pounds, which means that Peter is still up for grabs but Owen is out of the running.
So we will be here, in the house, all week. Give a call. Or Skype. And if you hear a lot of screaming or see a bunch of bouncing in the background, that's not Nicholas. Nicholas will be resting as per doctor's orders, making Play-Doh topiaries and doing Paint-by-Number. He will be sitting in the recliner, reading his entire collection of storybooks, or at the kitchen table putting together a 300 piece jigsaw puzzle. And after dinner each evening, when we head to the pool, Nicholas will be that kid who reclines on the raft with a juice box and paddles himself along with his arm, giving a cordial wave to his neighbors. I'm sure that's how all three year-old boys behave during the summer months, right?
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