On the Subject of Father’s Day

Little-known Father’s Day fact:  in order to be a father, you first need to have kids.

So in honor of Father’s Day this year I want to talk a bit about Shira, who first got me into this whole fatherhood thing 11 years ago. She keeps growing up – as kids tend to do – but for some reason things seem to have sped up these last few weeks.

It all started for me at a Daddy/Daughter dinner in McDonald’s a few weeks ago (don’t judge – my first “date” with Amy included dinner at Wendy’s). Maybe it was when she ordered the 6 nugget kid’s meal, or how she confidently told me where we were going to sit instead of letting me pick. But whatever it was, instead of eating with my kid it somehow felt like I was eating with an actual person who just happened to be my kid.

Shira on a crayon

(Not actually at her gym show, but still cool.)

Fast forward to her gymnastics show. This year she decided to move to “urban gymnastics” – climbing walls, jumping over stuff, and all that. Think a very light version of American Ninja Warrior. It’s a “coed” class…by which I mean it’s a half-dozen boys plus Shira, and sometimes that wasn’t easy. But during the classes and then at the show you could tell that she was really focused on doing well and enjoying herself. Y’know – actually listening to the instructor and trying to improve instead of just throwing herself at a wall. Quietly, and without making a big deal of it, she kicked those boys’ butts on most of the exercises. Think the crowd may have noticed, too.

Then her recent piano recital, where she showed such poise in her awesome performance. The last two years with her prior teacher the recital was done on a small upright in a church basement. This year she played a baby grand raised up in the center of a large sanctuary, complete with lights and microphones. Others might have been nervous, but she totally crushed it.

The artist after work.

The artist after work.

Yeah she did.

Watching her practice and then play the recital pieces you could see all the details coming through – adjusting hand positions, working the pedals, powering through any little mistakes. Somewhere in there she transitioned from “I take piano lessons” to “I play the piano.”

Then in just the last week or so it feels like she’s grown so much as a big sister to Eliana (I had to mention her once, OK?). No doubt that’s been hard with the way things have been for the past 3 years, but evidence suggests she’s got it down pat. Riding the rides with her at Sesame Place, exploring Hershey Gardens, helping her float in Grandpa John’s pool – even just picking up the slack when Amy and I want to wring Eliana’s cute little neck – she’s definitely hitting her stride there too.

Water party with Eliana

Water party with Eliana

So with all that let me just say “Happy Father’s Day, Shira.  I couldn’t have done it without you.”

June 19, 2016 at 7:00 AM 3 comments

One Year Kidneyversary!

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Because of an organ donor, Eliana can giggle with her sister under the covers.
Because of an organ donor, Eliana is learning to ride a tricycle.
Because of an organ donor, Eliana is.

This was Eliana one year ago this morning waiting for surgery to get her new kidney.

And Eliana running around today  at Wildwood Lake.

May 20, 2016 at 3:28 PM 3 comments

C is for Cookie

I took Eliana—who was all sorts of grumpy from not sleeping well last night—shopping because what else is there to do early on a dreary weekday morning when one of you has a headache and the other one won’t stop hollering? (Seriously, if you have any better ideas, please let me know. We’ve already been to the library this week.)
At 9 am, Target and the Salvation Army were open, so that’s where we went. My deal-of-the-day was an oversize husband pillow that looks like it was made out of Cookie Monster, $5.99 from the Salvation Army. (Oh, in case you’re wigged out about bedbugs: I put it in the dryer for 30 minutes on high. Experts say that’s hot enough to kill any bugs and their eggs.) It was worth $5.99 just to lug the enormous Cookie Monster hide, which wouldn’t even fit in the cart, through the aisles of the Salvation Army with Ana yelling “have it, have it,” like she was cheering about the ten-pointer we’d bagged.
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“Oh, they gonna have fun with that,” the lady in front of us said at the checkout. Mm-hmm. Cookie Monster may not solve all the world’s problems (ahem, Donald Trump is the presumptive Republican presidential nominee), but he’s not a bad monster to have around when you’re down. Plus he’s tech savvy, as we found out in the iPhone 6 commercial, so maybe he’s following this blog.
It’s a Cookie Monster kind of month—he’ll be at Burger King in a couple of weeks for National Chocolate Chip Cookie Day (Sunday, May 15). Hopefully we can make it there after nap, but if not, we can snuggle on the Cookie Monster pillow with cookies and milk.

May 4, 2016 at 1:44 PM 1 comment

Mars is your oyster

Last month Eliana got a leg brace that we hope will straighten out the bowing in her leg. We call it her “dancing leg” and she’s really taken to it well. (That is to say she leaves it on if you can sufficiently distract her from that cool invention we call Velcro, and she can even get around pretty well, thanks to the bendable knee part.)

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But, I told Hank, it seems like another NJ tube: The NJ tube was the feeding tube that was taped across Eliana’s face and snaked down her nostril into her intestines. It was a clear sign to strangers that there was something wrong with this baby. And although we saw past it, we were never sure who else did, and it was always a surprise, among friends, family, and strangers, who’d be OK with it.

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We spent a lot of time outside playing on the springlike days we’ve had recently. Shira’s been learning about the different Native American tribes and how they lived and she likes to gather sticks and put them in her wigwam. When the three of us were out in the yard last weekend, I kicked aside a big stick as we were trooping around three abreast.

“Hey, that’s my stick,” Shira yelled.

“Ugh, they’re all your sticks,” I replied and the conversation devolved into what was Eliana’s in the yard and what was Shira’s, ending with Shira declaring, “I call the world, you get Mars.”

That was the best part of the day, so wonderfully ordinary. That bit of “I’m the big sister and my way goes” juxtaposed with the little sister who’s clueless that there even is another way and isn’t the big sister’s way best?

Have you read the article “Welcome to Holland?” It’s a short, metaphorical article that Emily Perl Kingsley, a writer for Sesame Street, wrote about having a child with a disability. You plan a trip to Italy and then–bam–end up in Holland.

Shira’s dig about Mars for Eliana immediately reminded me of “Welcome to Holland.” We’re already in Holland. Let’s set our sights on Mars.

You know the saying “The world is your oyster?” As much as I hate Shakespeare (It’s from The Merry Wives of Windsor) it’s a fitting phrase for any parent, especially one whose child has challenges.

I wonder if they have oysters on Mars? We’re up for the journey; I guess we’ll find out.

April 4, 2016 at 12:40 PM 1 comment

Some of my best friends have kidney disease

For kidney disease awareness month, I’m sharing this photo slideshow of children, including Eliana, who have chronic kidney disease.

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March 1, 2016 at 1:07 PM Leave a comment

Do I Have to Celebrate My Daughter’s Feeding Tube?

March on over to BlogHer and check out the post I wrote about my ambivalence toward Feeding Tube Awareness Week. Enough with the G tube already! And the pumps that keep breaking, and the bags that clog, and the extensions that I can never clean well, and the syringes that we spill from…

February 12, 2016 at 1:22 PM 2 comments

Childproof?

You might be wondering how things are going recently.  Here’s a taste of my past few days:

Had a horrible cold since Friday (Amy had it last week).

30+ inches of snow. Technically not more than they forecast, but only because they kept changing the forecast as the snow got deeper.

Snowblower worked Saturday..but not Sunday. Lots of Tylenol in play.

Dropped my tablet, breaking the screen and on/off switch.

No nurses the last two nights (see snowfall, above).

When we went out in the snow Eliana fought the sidewalk, and by the look of her upper lip, the sidewalk won. (Here’s one of the happier pictures from the afternoon)

In the snow

But in the midst of all that Eliana had some time teach us a lesson about what “childproof” does…and doesn’t…mean.  Guess we don’t have to worry about her mental acuity and whatnot. Checkout the video.

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January 24, 2016 at 8:38 PM 2 comments

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