He Named Me

We didn’t expect to spend Thanksgiving in the hospital’s Neonatal Intensive Care Unit, but there my husband and I were, trekking down the long white hallway carrying store-bought pumpkin bars for the nurses. Our little five-pound girl curled up in the plastic...

You’ve Come a Long Way Baby . . . or not

Just a few weeks ago our first grandchild was born.  She is the most beautiful baby ever, of course, and, as much as I’d LOVE to tell you all about every little move she’s made since she’s been born, I won’t.  Instead, I want to discuss the hospital experience. Here’s...