I'm beginning this blog entry by typing with one hand (my baby in the other) at the NICU of the hospital. Needless to say...it's gonna be a short blog.

I thought I'd write a quick note about magnetism.  I don't actually know much about magnetism.  But I do know one thing: 

I was a disaster magnet this week.  

It went like this: one thing went wrong, and then I responded like a lunatic, and then I repeated.  My baby's health is declining.  (She's being transferred via ambulance to a higher level intensive care unit tomorrow, then she'll spend Tuesday in the OR).  I'm an emotional wreck.  

But rather than take some deep breaths and regroup, I just stressed like crazy and made poor choices.  I'll spare you the daily play-by-play of misery, but I ended the week by smashing my car into a tree this morning while racing to the NICU to deliver breast milk in time for my baby's feeding.  

These are not my finest hours.  

It's time for me to end this lousy cycle, and I'm doing it right now.  I'm taking the deep breaths.  I'm regrouping.  And I'm off to spend more time loving my baby and less time stressing.  Reader, whatever you're up to this week, take it from this shit magnet: make sure you're doing enough to slow down and love yourself and those around you.  I'll see you next Sunday. -Em