Ever since I first saw Pax at a measly 4 lbs 1 oz, my goal was to do everything I could to make this baby fat.
In one of the plays I was in at Washington State, my fellow cast members and the director (who had just had twins a few months before) said “it’s like breastfeeding” when something was hard. Now I know it really is hard. Not to go into too much detail, but I never realized how hard someone could bite without any teeth.
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I stumbled onto this poem by Rupi Kaur and it hit me in a place I didn’t know was vulnerable when I found it. Paxon is a piece of me and a piece of the man I love and, all so suddenly, I want the world for him.
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The week started off more promising. I only had a few nights left at the hotel before I was finally able to settle down at the Ronald McDonald House. As much as I would love to stay in the fluffy hotel beds for the rest of my life, I’m not sure how much longer I could fork out money for a Lyft four times a day so I could see Paxon at Deaconess.
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Living in a hotel in Spokane made me feel spoiled. I loved the room I stayed in. The comfortable beds were my oasis through the whole situation. My treat every few days was Starbucks. It was only a few blocks away. People didn’t want me walking but I was going a little bit insane laying around all the time.
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I’ve deleted and rewrote this so many times, but my last post was extremely “me, me, me”…
I want everyone who has helped me through this situation to know how much I appreciate them. No words can ever fully express how important your help is in figuring all of this out.
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