I’m at the point where everything has finally caught up with me. Last week Leah defended her thesis successfully on Monday, which was, hypothetically going to be the beginning of at least a little decompression time for our family. Instead, my dear uncle died on Tuesday and Leah’s grandfather died on Wednesday, both relatively unexpectedly. So Leah flew back to the midwest for her grandfather’s funeral while I stayed home with the kids and attempted to work and get the house in order before driving up north for my uncle’s memorial service. I worked one of 5 days, thanks mostly to my parents and the last day of drop in childcare on our campus. My hope is to find time to make up that work in flex hours so I don’t drain my paid leave even further before Firefly makes his appearance. What a stupid thing to have to worry about.
So here’s a timeline recap of three last six months.
December 31st: positive pregnancy test (yay/holy.shit)
January: sweet dog of almost 14 years declines rapidly and we make the hard choice to euthanize her.
February: seriously entertain the question of whether or not Leah has ADHD and begin process to get tested. Also, she has a failed crown replaced (and the replacement doesn’t cause debilitating pain, thankfully), which insurance doesn’t cover since the same tooth had a (failed) crown placed in November. Seriously, fuck insurance and for profit medicine. And with everything going on, Leah begins to switch to a master’s instead of a PhD (smart choice, though emotionally harrowing).
March: ADHD testing (confirms ADHD inattentive type – suddenly so much struggle makes sense!), two weeks of spring break for the kids. End my first trimester, thankfully, because it means I start to have something resembling the ability to stay awake again.
April: Leah has severe gallstones causing extreme pain. Surgery can’t be scheduled until May.
May: Surgery. Also known as our lesson in listening to nurses and not doctors about post-surgical care. But eventually, gallbladder removal ends attacks and Leah can focus again on finishing her thesis.
June: Thesis. End of preschool. Darwin does not handle transitions well. End of preschool coincides with 20-30+ minute out of control tantrums, kicking anyone who gets in the way and generally being incapable of consistently following any kind of direction or request. Followed by thesis defense, family illnesses and deaths, entering the third trimester and my decision that 2019 v0.0 is now over and 2019 v1.0 is beginning today, on the summer solstice.
Hopefully tomorrow I’ll have energy for a 28 week update.