It's Lotz

A couple of weeks ago, a reporter from the town where Molly was born called us and asked if she could write an article about the whole incident. We said yes. Today Joe came home with a copy of the article. It was interesting that she got some facts wrong in the article that she had correct when she was talking to me, but oh well, close enough I guess. She even got the name wrong. Here is a link if you are interested in reading it. I do think my post is much better though.
I remember hearing about the other girl as the staff prepared for her arrival. From what I remember overhearing while she was there, I am surprised that the hospital that she was transferred to released her, she seemed far enough along to be admitted. I could overhear the whole thing because we were in the same emergency room, only separated by about 4 feet and a cloth curtain. I told you it was a small hospital. There I was trying to finish up with the placenta and getting all ready to go by chopper to Reno and she was laying there listening in on me. Oh well.
We sure gave the staff a Christmas to remember.

Prayers for the broken hearted

For those that knew Julie and the Domm family, they could use your prayers right now. Annette passed away last night from cancer. I've been told the funeral will be early next week in San Leandro. Let me know if you'd like more info.

Sleeping, or lack thereof

I remember the first night Molly was born. I thought, as I tried to soothe her to sleep, why did we do this again? Not because I regretted having another child because my nights of sleeping all the way through were over for many moons. Cassidy is so easy at nap and night time. Bottle (if she wants it), brush teeth, change diaper/clothes, prayer, songs, and crib. We don't see her again till it's time to get up. And she's usually down around 6-6:30 pm till 6:30-7 am. She may wake during the night but she goes right back to sleep.
But this little Molly... I was telling her tonight not to fight sleep so hard and she smiled and cooed a mocking coo. Really I'm not making it up. I laughed at her. But that's how it is. She gets so tired but has the hardest time falling and staying asleep. Like right now, we've been trying to get her to sleep for almost 4 hours now. Every time I think she's out, she wakes up. And cries, and screams, and cries, and screams so more. Once I get her down it's just a matter of time till she's up for her 3 1/2 hours wakeful marathon. It usually occurs around 2 am. I must average 4-6 hours of sleep, broken into 3 parts. Days like today are rough.
Pacifier works till she drops it. Nursing works till I take her off and she realizes she's no longer sucking. Rocking, nope. Swing, nope. Crying, nope. Luck, that must be it.
Any suggestions?