Month: March 2012

Fatherhood, Uncategorized 4 comments on Amelia update

Amelia update

Amelia has had her surgery, and is doing very well. I was most definitely scared shitless on Monday of this week, but am now much happier, and most definitely relieved.

They gave her a little belly button, and it’s quite cute. That’s the last plastic surgery that she’ll ever get as far as I’m concerned though.

I just want to thank everyone who has supported us through all of this. The amazing team at TokBox who never once said that Micky or I couldn’t go to get things done for Amelia. The family and friends who have called, texted, and emailed. And of course my darling Micky without whom I never would have survived this whole ordeal.

If ever there is someone out there who needs help through a birth defect situation, and specifically an oemophalocele, please contact me on this blog. The biggest thing we need in these moments is someone who listens, and after the miracle I’ve just lived the least I could do is be an ear to someone who needs it.

The next amazing Amelia update will hopefully be about the big 1. I can’t wait 🙂

Becoming a PM, Fatherhood, Uncategorized 0 comments on Dependent independence

Dependent independence

It’s a very weird time in Amelia Rose’s development right now, and it translates very well to where I feel I am as well professionally.

Amelia refuses to sit still. The energizer bunny has nothing on her (plus his insides aren’t on the outside either). However neither walking nor crawling have been mastered. As a result, she constantly needs someone to watch over her. She doesn’t really want us to be there from a play perspective, but we have to be there from a fall on my head perspective. She is dependently independent.

In the same way, I feel as if I’m desperate to get to the next level of my career. I’d be lying if I said I had any idea as to what it was, but I just feel like I need to get there. The problem is that I don’t know if I can crawl, much less walk, and so someone is constantly having to make sure I don’t fall on my head. And let me tell you it sucks to be dependently independent.

Amelia has the advantage of time, but for me time feels like the crux of the problem. When she does fall on her head, she learns. I feel like I don’t get the chance, and so I haven’t.

I want to find a way out to the other side. I know she will make it. But in the meantime we’re both keeping both hands on the table around those tricky coffee table turns.