There is something eerie about nighttime. Everyone is quiet. Everything is still. And when there is commotion, it feels chaotic yet incredibly lonely. Deep dark hours of the night have a tendency to swallow up any security I have. It's safe to say that things felt very insecure and uncertain when we rushed Maddie to the ER at 1:30am last Thursday morning. We had spent all day driving home from Indianapolis, turning a 5 hour drive into 10 hours. Maddox had...
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Let me start off by saying hospital drama shows are one ginormous lie. There is no good looking, charming anesthesiologist. He's actually a jerk. And he doesn't look anything like McDreamy. You don't have a heart to heart with your resident doctor and swap relationship advice. Real hospitals are ugly. And gross. I recently went under the knife for a minor nose surgery. Problems with migraines and breathing, and a 0.001% chance of smelling again were reason enough for me to...
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