Perhaps it's a little kitsch, if not a little corny (korny?), to call this blog, "Karla's Korner." But then again, I figure it's absolutely true advertising. I mean, clearly, you know exactly what you're getting with that headline - you're getting Karla's perspective on happenings, issues... life.
So here goes - my return to the blog - and a renewed, or at least retitled blog, at that.
It's been a long time. I have reasons. Lots of reasons. And the largest of those relates to that little 18-pound-force-of-nature, as my husband likes to call Grace. Now 10+ months, Grace could not be more engaging, delightful or entertaining (yes, no bias there). This week alone, we hit a milestone: Grace. Crawled. Yes folks, the child is now mobile. Don't think for a second I don't realize that my old life has ended, and a new one has begun. We have OH so much baby-proofing to do in our house. (For example, perhaps we should move the 500-year-old Chinese pots from their display one foot off the ground???).
Despite this exciting milestone, we've also had moments of challenge and heartbreak this last month. In early February, Grace ended up in the hospital after suffering from a febrile seizure, caused by a nearly 105 degree fever. Those with little ones know well that children and infants can handle high fevers, but one that tips the thermometer to that degree - literally - definitely requires intervention. For a few days, Grace (and I) lived at Methodist Hospital, while doctors and nurses treated her for a raging kidney infection.
No doubt, others can attest to the fact that seeing your baby attached to an IV and watching her hot little body wage a battle against infection is highly unnatural - and painful (perhaps more for mom, than baby). What I wouldn't have done for the nurses and doctors to have stuck the needles into me... What I wouldn't have done for that fever and infection to instead attack me... What I wouldn't have done to just make it all go away for her. I wanted so much to help her beyond providing her mommy's comfort and presence.
But fortunately, our hospital stay lasted only a few days. And several days after that, Grace was very nearly back to her old self. The experience left the first of so many mommy-scars... I won't forget, after all, the call from our nanny telling me that Grace was temporarily lifeless in her arms... (I fortunately switched into rational mommy mode, calmly directing my nanny to the nearest hospital). Still... despite our frightening moments, I'm also SO mindful that our ordeal was brief and insignificant compared to that experienced by families with children suffering from long-term illnesses. My heart absolutely goes out to all those families... mothers, fathers and of course, the vulnerable children, all of whom spend days, weeks and months in hospitals - waging their own battles. It's heartbreaking, if not unnatural, to see children in that situation.
Shortly after Gracie was born, a viewer wrote me a note, saying I'd never again report my stories in the same way - that my new role as a mother would forever affect my everyday work. Of course that's true, just as it's affected my each and everyday life. I've always felt for families struggling with serious illnesses; I feel for them even more, now.
As for other happenings... we're actually bound for Britain... No, we're not attending THE Royal Wedding. We're visiting my husband's aunt, a woman neither I nor Gracie have ever met. We're looking forward to it. You know me and my international travel... always love the out-of-country adventures.
I'll let you know how the babe does in Britain. In the meantime, I wish everyone the best. Thanks for reading - after such a long break from writing.
*Oh, and this just in: I've already received emphatic feedback on my new blog title -- my husband strongly rejects it. He thinks it's a little old-fashioned, as though "Karla's Korner" implies a talk on a porch. So, I welcome your feedback as well, and if you agree with my sole critic so far, please offer your suggestions. I'm happy to hear and read them and go with the best!
Until next time, please take care. And in the words of Mike Wallace, "do well, and do good."