In-Depth Thoughts from The Girl
Alright alright, glad we got through all that tech info. Now, on to the Maker fam, what have we been up to?? So I struggled for about a week, undecided if I would or wanted to share this with you guys. It just seems really personal for me, as well, I wonder “is this newsletter appropriate?” While I’m still not sure, I do know I “sold” the newsletter from the beginning as the real life and times of the Maker house. A bit of an attempt to show that while Ray’s Instagram feed might look dreamy, we too are real people with real “shit’ to deal with. So here goes.
By the time I signed off from the last newsletter, we were halfway through a week whereby I took our eldest to the family doctor every. single. day. Only to be turned away with the diagnosis of “it’s just a virus, a particularly bad one, but all the same there’s nothing to do but wait it out”.
Let me tell you, I try my darnedest at all times to leave decisions (when called for) up to the professionals. If there is an electrical issue… I call an electrician, if my Garmin is being a PITA, then I
yell at talk to Ray, you get the point. So, when a doctor tells you “everything is fine, go home”, then I try my best to obey, not over think it, and to be the comfort my kiddo needs in that moment.
But two Friday’s ago, I was at the end of my rope. My “mom intuition” was screaming. Even Ray, who is super chill, was like “Shit aint right’. So back to the doctor’s office I go, and this time I brought a bit of my mama-bear attitude. I knew something was wrong, and someone WOULD listen this time. I’ll save you most of the details, but from that doctor’s appointment onwards for the next week, would be some of the most stressful and heartbreaking moments I hope to ever have to endure as a parent.
The Peanut was hospitalized for the next 6 days. She had the all inclusive package of, an ambulance ride, full time oxygen mask, feeding tubes, highest level quarantine… You name it. Even the poor ol’ hospital clown wasn’t allowed to enter our room. It was intense.
Complicating the situation even more, P2, the younger sister also wanted in on the action and caught what was likely the same virus/bacterial infection. Thankfully a little less intense strand. The daycare was, after all, a cesspool of germs these past few weeks with more kids out sick than ever. This made it extremely difficult for Ray to come to the hospital to visit us and give me any relief, as tracking the germs back and forth was dangerous, and of course P2 wasn’t allowed anywhere near the Peanut’s hospital room. Ray was basically now quarantined back at home as P2's nurse and obligatory sounding board for his ever increasingly emotional/sleep deprived wife (via phone). Good thing it wasn’t a massive week for him with product releases.
There were some highlights to this life event though. You find out that you are in fact surrounded by a village of other expat moms. Who show up in the mornings with drinkable coffee, snacks, breakfast, lunch, and dinner. They bring you extra socks, toiletries, books to read, phone chargers, extra clothes for the Peanut. They bring giant crocodile tears to your eyes when you see their familiar faces and are willing to actually give you a hug without donning a doctors mask and quarantine cape. You find out who your people are, and you hang on tight.
That has been life for the last little while in the Maker house.
While I lost about 8 years off of my life, both kiddos are now, insanely healthy and happy, and over-active. It’s mind boggling how quickly kids rebound, like nothing ever happened! Can’t say I’d want it any other way, but those tiny hoomans really are a wonder in my eyes.
As always, thanks for reading. And I do promise next week to be a little more cheery!