Ode To Mommy Brain (with apologies to Dr. Seuss)


Girls, it is said, are made up of sweets,
Sticky, and licky, and gooey-gum treats.

Boys, on the other hand – puppy dog tails,
Creepies and crawlies and eight-legged snails.

But neither is true, as I’ve said all along,
They’re made up of brain cells they stole from their mom.

Inspired by Sara’s grinchy Growing post,
itself inspired by Brie’s Monday Moments.
Gawd, but I ♥ the interweb.

Image © Margo – Fotolia.com

Talking TeleHealth


When I showed up at the hospital at 4:30 this morning, the staff were friendly. And when someone asked the nurse how he was enjoying his first night on triage, I joked that this was not what a nervous mom wants to hear.

I do have one complaint about the exchange, though: some derogatory comments made about TeleHealth. The gist was that without TeleHealth, I would not have shown up.

I can tell you that without TeleHealth, I would have been at emergency not just tonight, but several times in the past few years.

My first call was for a miscarriage. In the middle of the night (isn’t it always the middle of the night?), the pain and bleeding suddenly got much worse. The last place I wanted to be right then was a hospital waiting room. Telehealth saved both me and the system the burden of that trip.

Another call. This time, a 1 year old with high fever and vomiting. But perhaps the most disturbing was the extreme lethargy. I hardly recognized my usually vivacious daughter. Telehealth told me to administer water, a tablespoon at a time, every 5 minutes. It worked. And once again, saved everyone a visit to emerg.

These are not the only times. This is just what I can remember as I peck away on my phone in a woken-at-4-am hospital-waiting-room stupor.

I want to reiterate: the staff were kind, even if they did make me feel silly for being there. And I recognize that the job they do is tough, and that they deal with a lot of unpleasantness. But I think it is important to understand that when I call TeleHealth, it’s to try and avoid a hospital trip. Without it, I would have shown up anyway.

And they don’t get to – or have to – talk to me when I don’t.

The number for TeleHealth Ontario is 1-866-797-0000 . You can talk to a Registered Nurse 24-7. And if there’s a wait you have the choice to hold the line or get a call-back.

Quick addendom: Thanks for all the well-wishes. We’re home, we’re fine, I’ll save the deets for another post. Let’s just say it’s too bad I missed Yummy Mummy Club‘s editorial deadline for “Bad Mummy”.

One Of Those Days


Is one of those days
When I will accomplish much.

The laundry, the garbage,
The dishes, the hall.

Babies fed,
Noses wiped.

Yes, today I will accomplish much.
Because the alternative
Is to sit down
And cry.