heather + finn !

A really quick hit…headed to Boston tomorrow for round two of the high dose methatrexate which I suspect I am getting come kidney hell or high water. I am hopeful that with all of the kidney cleansing thoughts I have received this week as a result of Dad Weaf’s call to prayer, we have made some progress. I am not worried. It will all be the way it is supposed to, and if nothing else, I have felt great all week—a result of prayers, meditations, wishes and thoughts from afar, no doubt. Thank you all for a good week.

I am sending Jen 10 new pictures. They range from the Weafer triplets (what we like to call Finn and Kimmie’s twins, Bo and Ella), to Dad Weaf and the Finn Bug, to a self portrait during round one of the high dose meth over a week ago. We are taking pictures all the time, every step of this journey, so more to come, and more often if I can.

Thank you and please stay with us.

Love,
Heather

ok, still here at the hospital. the methatrexate went well as i mentioned in my last post, but after having a great saturday, complete with visit from old friends and a sneak peak at finny in the hallway, i took a little nose dive and spiked a fever. now i feel fine, but seem to be having a hard time getting out of here. they are taking all of these precautions, have put me back on iv fluids and are running all sorts of tests. sigh. there is no way they will let me out of here with a fever, so please send low temperature thoughts!! i am really feeling fine, and hoping to get out of here tomorrow at the latest. otherwise, i am calling in the calvalry. i just miss the finn bug so much and can’t wait to get back to being mom to him. i hope he hasn’t forgotten me…more to come. hopefully from home next time.

love,
heather

Hi all,

A quick entry from Beth Israel…in addition to having the “penthouse suite” of the rooms in this unit (which is nice becase i don’t like leaving this room for reasons I will get into later) the room also came with a laptop and high speed internet connect…

Thank you Wendy for the message about our arrival…you were able to describe it in a way that I could not have, and the horrible pic line experience is one I would want to share but wouldn’t be able to do. so thank you. The hardest part of the arrival was the face to face realization that I won’t be in maternity any more for my hospital stays. there’s more →

Sunday, March 12, 2006

In the wee hours of Saturday morning we were both awake and began to fight, over something stupid, as most fights are, and the anger rose. It rose in us both and we fought. I felt the rage coming up into my throat and wanted to spit spit spit it out. Dick was angry. We pretended for a while to be angry at each other until we were able to admit to ourselves that it wasn’t that, of course it wasn’t. We held each other and after a little while we went down stairs to eat oatmeal cookies in the middle of that night, that slightly scary night. We held each other and put it away and went to sleep, but I could not deny that a door had been opened that I was afraid of. there’s more →