Healthy maintenance

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health, hernia repairs, hospital, postaday2013

Today my hubby needed to get his hernia repaired, it had been in need of repair for a few years but being an exceptionally busy man (a workaholic if we are being honest) my hubby let it go until it was starting to bother him enough that he kept the appointment that I had made for him. Our out-patient experience at the hospital was a very pleasant one, I can say this because I wasn’t the one being operated on, but my hubby can’t complain either because all the nurses took such good care of him. He was the star attraction on the floor, my hubby is very charming and affable, even more so when he is at the mercy of medical personnel.

His doctor Dr. Earle had operated on me in 2010 and my hubby was impressed with his work so that is why he picked him for this procedure. Dr. Earle and his team have a very relaxed, yet professional rapport. The nurses love to tease him as Dr. Earle loves to tease them and his patients, he told us a few jokes and I just burst out laughing. My hubby really appreciated that because he appreciates self-confidence in others, it puts you at ease when they are in charge of your well-being.

I still can’t get over that despite being cut open, hospitals are still comfortable sending you home the very same day. I know that for us it is infinitely cheaper, but still no matter how many times it happens to one of us or someone I know, it still amazes me. In France, they like to keep you for a few days and I am assuming that in other countries, they would keep you a tad longer as well. Here it sometimes feel like an assembly line operation, you come in on a conveyor belt and you get moved along the belt until you exit the line. Maybe that is why the nurses are so kind and nurturing, they want to make sure that when you leave, you are in the best shape possible. All that I can say is that my hubby’s nurses were exemplary and kind.

I’m so relieved that my hubby came through with flying colors.

Daily post : Mom and Dad bloggers

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blogging, parents, postady2013, writing

You don’t have to be a die-hard mommy or daddy blogger to write about your family — it’s difficult not to share the hilarious yet harrowing story about your three-year-old’s decision to chop off her hair with safety scissors so she could look more like SpongeBob. (We hear the dishtowel necktie was pretty cute.)

But where are the boundary lines when writing about children? What don’t you share? What happens when they’re old enough to read your blog? What about comments critical of your parenting? What about posting photos?

This is what I consider to be an excellent question. It is something that I think about everyday that I write on my blog. How much to I share about my babies and their lives, what pictures do I share and how personal do I let it be?

If my children were younger and their escapades were of the silly natured ones, I would be eager to share how my baby girl cut her own hair during the middle of the night right before school picture day or how when my baby boy got a hold of a carton of eggs and pretended that they were little bombs and dropped them all around the apartment. Now that they are young adults, I haven’t any business sharing anything personal about them with the world, it is their privacy and their boundaries. My blog is only about me, the only way that I will share anything about my children with my audience is how I feel about them, how proud of them I am and how I still worry because it is my job and because no matter how old they are, I still see them as my little babies.

My baby girl has her own blog, I am a subscriber to hers as she is a subscriber to mine, I think that we create some instant censorship because as a writer, I am influenced by my audience and having my daughter as part of my audience, it keeps me on the straight and narrow. My baby boy is a writer as well, but his writing falls under the umbrella of melodies and lyrics. It makes me so happy to know that both of my children are writers, not in a professional capacity or at least not yet, but I feel comforted by the knowledge that their writing, for whatever reason they write, is therapeutic and cathartic for them.