3.16.11 Adam News & Info

What do we do here, before we post - before we click 'post reply'?

Well, when I prepare to post, I re-read and check, sometimes restate or reorganize, and fianlly press the key. And away it goes, the message, to you. I kinda behave like the perfectionist we all know - - - Adam.

It goes to you - - - all these 'anonymous' friends from around the world - South Africa, Greece, Finland, Australia, New Zealand, Canada.

A couple of nights ago, I was home by myself - having left a baby who couldn't breathe - comforted only by the knowledge that my little granddaughter was receiving the best of care in the NICU - and I needed to get back to 'real life' (what the hell is that?) and go to work - in, of all places, a hospital. I reached out to the universe for something to hold on to. I went to the place, to the people who pour their thoughtful knowledge out every day. I went to you.

I've been afraid to go back and read my posts until this afternoon; because I knew I had put it out there. Did I embarrass myself? I was broken open.
I want to tell you, thank you, I embrace you. Penelope is improving. Requiring less O2 support; becoming more vigorous; getting mad when she's poked!

Your messages of love; your real-life experiences in the NICU; your 'virtual candles' warmed my hollow heart - carried me through a very lonely night. I've never been more afraid. I came to you with nothing; and you, adamtopians, flooded me with hope.

She keeps progressing! This baby has an attitude! The beautiful little girl who 'debuted' exactly one year after Adam 'debuted' as a solo artist at Fantasy Springs will be home some day - soon. We are emerging from the forest.

You have brought me love. I am not alone. Neither are you. This really is a special place. Delight, craziness, sexiness, practicality, amazing insights, trips to Wal Mart - - they all happen here. I couldn't love you more!

We talk about how Adam shows up just when we need him. As I backed out of the driveway, days ago, on my way for the 100+ mile drive to the hospital - Adam's voice was on the radio. It's happened, amazingly, over and over - the one time he's played on the radio in a day - it happens when I need it most.

And, this other thing. Here I am, in medicine - an 'old' RN - helping manage a big hospital - - yet I was clueless when it came to the diagnosis and care required for Penelope. So, I did what we all do. I 'googled' her condition. Went to 'PubMed' - a reliable source of information. And I read the article, scrolling down. At the end - - - I kid you not! - - was the moniker A.D.A.M.

As we sit at our computers; between tasks; loads of wash; dinner on the stove; returning emails; business or networking - I am pausing for a moment, before I press that 'send reply' button - - to tell you, stranger, that you're beautiful; you helped me through the night.

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