Baby quietly awaits for her fate to be chosen… Time runs out and choices creep upon us. Daddy is in New York, depending on his family to get to New Jersey… Which is not something easy or as effective as he expected… Three days have been a complete waste. Baby’s paperwork for Medicaid and Social Security needs to be filled… Baby’s hospital papers need to move. A dwelling must be found, a job must be hunt… And we expect all this for Friday news… Right…
Over here in the Island of Enchantment the pressure is stronger, and even the seconds weight a lot. Mommy is going insane knowing all she could do over there… but being tied up because baby needs to have someone at her side. She has spent morning and nights on the Internet, browsing for an apartment and for jobs. She’s been handing them down to Daddy so he has a certain list of who to call, so chances to get a solution increase. What we both didn’t count on, and didn’t knew as it is not a custom in PR, is that they do job checks and credit checks for granting an apartment lease. Dealing with realtors doesn’t help our case in anything, as they wont actually see the situation even if we explain it in a lovely Powerpoint presentation… So we have to aim for a low rent to actually get something… if, and only if, anyone would help us given the extraordinary situation… It is all hanging from a thread…
Baby’s fate depends on Daddy’s wit and ability to move and perform the miracle. He’s alone over there… But he has direction and faith. He has Mommy to guide him, and God to open doors. He needs to trust this and believe this with all his heart. God will show him the way. All is in His hands. Let’s hope that Daddy throws away self-doubts and fears. This is no time for pondering or questioning. This is the time to do, with blind faith in our goal… in doing what is right… in believing we will prevail after the storm fades away. Actions fueled by will, will fueled by courage, courage fueled by belief. Period.
May God grant us serenity, wisdom, courage and strength.
In the hospital, Deedee has been getting many visits from her service entourage. That is great, at least during daytime she is not alone and she smiles all the time. Mommy got her a shea butter lotion, as her legs looked a bit dry. A diva cannot afford to get chipped skin! No way! She’s aiming for legs like Tina Turner’s… So, baby steps… literally… MrCornellius was the preferred toy today. He was spinning before her, and she stared at him in awe. Fantasia2000 is the mandatory movie nowadays… relaxing enough for baby after she makes her daily exercise routine. Yup, she falls asleep by the time Donald Duck gets the animals in Noah’s arc…
Baby keeps on at 21% oxygen support, pneumonia is out, and keeps dreading nose suction. The food line remained stopped for almost two hours, but then the diet returned to normal. Hey, a diva’s gotta have her food! The coughing/vibration sessions were a bit lame… Why they don’t listen when you say that baby has a plug? That is very, VERY annoying! And by the time Mommy left, Deedee had been changed, suctioned and pampered with much deserved love.
Another day… The countdown keeps going… Tick, tock, tick, tock… (There must be an alligator in the house)…
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