Coming to a Nursery Near You

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I’ve mentioned before that some of my closest friends are actually friends I’ve met online, particularly through blogging.  Blogging allows people access to you that even your real-time friends sometimes don’t get.  I know I can write about things a lot easier than I can talk about them.  I think that’s why people can get so involved in a stranger’s life so easily.  Because it’s real, it’s personal. 

That’s one of the reasons why I felt such a connection to Susan, who at that time was known simply as WhyMommy.   I first became introduced to her when she began her incredibly painful journey into the unknown of IBC (inflammatory breast cancer). She’d written a post about the how she didn’t know that when she went for her appointment with her oncologist that the last time she’d breastfed her son was *the last time* she’d breastfed her son.  Her post just about *that* left me in tears, heart breaking for her.  Of course, it was because I had just had Zachary and was breastfeeding and was in the throes of the hateful weeks months after a newborn when you’re just too tired to do anything but cry.  But her writing struck my heart, and I had to follow her.

I followed her through her appointments and her eventual surgery – and then another – and she faught so hard to get through it, while balancing a toddler and an infant (with the help of her incredible hubby and a LOT of friends ).  She shone through, though, and came out of it stronger, and gave me someone to really admire.  In fact, one of my first thoughts about moving to this area was that I might eventually get to meet her, as she lives under 2 hours away.

Well, now I find out that she’s going through this again.  She’s waiting for results – again.  Her doctor tells her it might be this, it might be that – but the fact is, it might be cancer – AGAIN.  It might be a THIRD type of cancer to assault her body in the last THREE YEARS!

She doesn’t want sorries. She just needs LOTS and LOTS of hugs and positivity.  She needs prayers, if you pray, but she just needs all that good and happy energy sent her way.  Please do. 

 

Susan, Team WhyMommy is at your service.

Staples

 

1. Of all the hundreds of sizes and shapes bread seems to come in, what is your favorite?

–I love multigrain breads that have nuts in them.   I don’t like paying $5 a loaf though, so I’m hoping to get good at making my own!

 

2. What’s your favorite thing to eat with rice?

–pudding? LOL  Ok, other than pudding, I’d say when I make spanish rice & chicken casserole.

3. What are your feelings about milk?

–I LOVE milk, or at least I used to.  I miss it daily!

4. What was wrapped in the tortilla you most recently ate?

 

Hmmm – probably that spanish rice & chicken casserole!

   5. How many staplers are there in your house and where are they?

 

staplers?  2 – both of them in my desk drawer type thing.

You can do your own Friday 5 here.

1. Why are you making ____ more bread when they never finish it?  Ugh! The birds love it though.

2. I want you to take ___ A BATH/SHOWER.  Why must I have to remind them? Is it just a kid thing???. 

3. __________ then it will be on my terms.

-I have no idea what to put for this one.  Suggestions?

4. Talk sh*t about my kids___ and see what happens.

 

5. I could use a _ a VACATION!

 

6. Hawaii_ and then _Fiji.

 

7. And as for the weekend, tonight I’m looking forward to nothing much, tomorrow my plans include _  going to the Big Bucks Bingo! for the first time and Sunday, I want to ___ we’re buying our grill & deck set!

Blogging is, by nature, cyclical.  What I mean is we blog, you comment, we blog some more.  The problem with that is, if you stop commenting, we stop blogging. Blog dies. Blogger folds up like an accordion and a little piece of them dies.

Dramatic huh?

Ok, so it’s not all the COMMENTERS fault.  If we, the blogger(s) stop blogging, then of course, we’re not providing anything for you to comment ON, and the cycle comes to a screeching halt as well.

So I’ve been trying hard to blog more often, not be so whiny (ha!) but still remain true to why I started blogging in the first place.  I needed a place to VENT. 

I vent, I bitch & moan, I complain and sometimes, I even cheer and smile and laugh.  But I *do* try.

By blogging, I’m putting my life out there, yes.  By blogging, though, I’m giving myself the gift of expressing those things that, quite often, keep me up at night and cause problems in my life and psyche.  I go through spurts where I don’t blog, but typically that’s because I don’t want what’s going on in my life at that particular moment, to affect those of my family that do *not* need to know those things.  Sometimes, I’ll blog about those things on other blogs I may or may not have, other times, I’ll just keep it to myself.  Not the optimal way of dealing with it, but sometime’s it’s necessary.

I know that my blogging slacked off quite a bit when I was seeing my therapist in New Hampshire.  Probably because I was telling her all the things that I was experiencing or thinking about, I didn’t need to also put it Here – but seeing as now I have no therapist, I have no outlet again.  So here I am, just a blogger, asking you, just a commenter, to give me a second chance.  I know you’re visiting, I see it in my stats. So just say hi while you’re at it.  It’ll make me feel better, knowing that I am NOT just doing this for the crickets.

my readers.  Those that have come and those that have gone over the last 3+ years – those that have left comments and those that haven’t – those that have emailed me and those that haven’t. 

I wrote a blog post on BlogHer.com asking for opinions on changing my blog name – because Coming to a Nursery Near You just doesn’t seem to make sense here anymore.  That baby came, and although never physcially had a nursery, certainly doesn’t have one anymore.  He’s going to be THREE next month! 

My blog has evolved from being a pregnancy blog to a new mom blog, talking about gestational diabetes and night sweats to breastfeeding, co-sleeping and fifty million diaper changes.  From there, we went to the depression. Oh the depression.  The depression that’s followed me to this day – and has certainly formed it’s own identity on this blog – has taken hold of me and my writing.  Perhaps it’s the depression and the depressive writing that’s driven off all but a very very few commenters, I don’t know.

I do know that the focus of my blog has changed, and I’ve pretty much decided to change the name of my blog.

So I come to you, those quiet, stealthy readers, to ask your thoughts on a new blog name.

This will require you to hit that little button that says “comment”

 

Please? 

PRETTY PLEASE?