Ramona Mae

In case I don’t say it enough, I love her.

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My black mood from this morning has been somewhat improved by the report we got from one of Ramona’s pediatricians today.
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When we announced our pregnancy shortly after bringing Simon home, a distant relative, let’s call her Helga, asked if we would be returning Simon now that we were going to have “our own” baby.

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Here she is, looking large and in charge. She’s being held by Aunt Bekah, who is here for the week with Uncle Toby to help out.
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Jane and Andy have so appreciated your help with meals and grocery runs, throughout February and March! So we’ve just reopened the sign-ups, now for dates in April. Check out the pages on “grocery shopping”:/help-needed-grocery-runs/ or “meal provision”:/meal-schedule/ to sign up via comments there.

Two nights ago I had a bad dream. I dreamt Andy had taken up with a lovely, vaguely european girlfriend and had kindly requested, after months of us all living together, that I pack my things and go.

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Pop Quiz: What’s scarier than watching your baby turn blue? Answer: Watching your baby vomit blood.

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Someone had the idea that we post a daily picture of Miss Mona. Not sure if we’ll get around to it every day, but it would be a great way for her to get some bang for her buck on all these cute outfits since she can’t have too many visitors.
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I’m up. Thinking. Watching and praying.

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Have I mentioned that grief makes you a whack job? Here is a list, in no particular order, of some the things which have occurred to me may be the cause of Ramona’s birth defect:

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