Wednesday, February 8, 2012

what we do to others, we do to ourselves


Hello, my name is Tara Schleifer and I oppose Senate Bill 636. I am a married stay-at-home mother to my son Isaac who is here with me today.
I was the one who said NEVER. I will never abort this baby for any reason. I love my husband, we have resources. I was a primary caregiver for my lifelong-disabled mother and she recently passed away in our home as I held her hand whispering all the names of people who loved her. There is nothing that could ever happen to change my mind, Obviously, I can take on whatever happens. Don’t we all feel that way about life’s challenges? I came to learn sometimes life breaks you.
My husband and I have struggled to build our family for 12 years. Last February we were shocked to find out we were pregnant with no medical assistance. At 17 weeks, jubilation quickly gave way to feeling like I had been set on fire.
Our baby was diagnosed with a congenital heart defect called complete AVSD. This would require multiple, open-heart surgeries starting in infancy. There would never be a complete recovery. Amniocentesis confirmed Downs Syndrome, which I came to learn can be a cluster of chronic physical problems as well as varying degrees of intellectual impairment. No one can say which ones, how many at the same time or how severe. Each of these is a very serious condition on it’s own. Things like Leukemia, nerve, joint and muscle weakness problems that can cause paralysis or death, digestive problems that lead to chronic vomiting & constipation or even an obstructed bowel that would require corrective surgery immediately at birth, are examples of some of the associated health conditions.
His Level II Ultrasound showed “Echogenic Bowel” which indicated he would likely have bowel problems. I learned, instead of eating and growing he would have a condition called “Failure to Thrive,” due to the combination of weakness from lack of bloodflow before his heart surgeries, combining with an in-ability to take in enough air to breathe from overall muscle weakness, and his reliance on a feeding tube and the possible recovery from the obstructed bowel. As a mother, your first responsibility is making sure your baby eats. Watching helplessly as he throws up everything he eats – EVERY MEAL – EVERY DAY is excruciating for you and traumatizing for your baby. Especially when doctors tell you he has “Failure to Thrive.”
Additionally, my blood work revealed dramatically high levels of certain proteins—so much so, initially my doctors thought the results were wrong and we needed to retest. I learned these correlated with placenta previa and abruption, as well as intra-uterine infections. These conditions were likely to develop as the pregnancy progressed and doctors told me this was a high-risk pregnancy and I could lose my life. Letting Isaac lose his mother at 3 years old and making my husband become a single dad – to handle all of this alone, was not a possibility I was willing to entertain.
Learning that our baby would most likely die before he was a year old, and that being AFTER multiple, traumatizing medical interventions, seemed inhumane. To love your baby and have no way to COMFORT him, hold him, tell him you LOVE him, or be able to convey that all of this pain and scary machines were intended to save him was unimaginable. Knowing he would be on a ventilator was heartbreaking. When my mom was on the ventilator, the nurses told me it felt like a feeling of being constantly gagged with no way of stopping it. You are too weak. If they give you the pain meds so you don’t feel that sensation, you could lose your life so they don’t gamble. As soon as I learned about the mandatory ventilators, I just about DIED myself.
If he survived, our baby would require lifelong, daily care. Knowing our son Isaac would grow up to have to oversee his care after we were no longer able, while he was just starting his own life, career and family was unacceptable. Nor could we allow Isaac’s childhood to be dominated by medical crisis after crisis---just like my childhood with my mother’s medical needs at the forefront.
Whether or not our baby survived, the experience would bankrupt our family before his first birthday, emotionally and financially and logistically. I’ve read nightmare stories of everything I’m describing to you on the public websites on Babycenter.com. And the experience would take us away to the hospital a lot, and emotionally, all the time, causing a permanent fog of just surviving each day. It would literally rob Isaac of his childhood, as I know first-hand.
For us, 7 weeks of devastating desperation followed the diagnosis as we raced to understand everything we were dealing with. With SACRED time, I searched my soul, talked to as many medical experts I could and really thought through every consideration. Terminating was the last thing I wanted to do, and ask the medical professionals who treated me: I went in howling like a wild animal, kicking and screaming in both physical and devastating emotional pain.
Nothing mattered. Every person in my life, of all political stripes offered their support confronted with my reality. Only two, stridently up until the last moment, lobbied hard for letting go to God’s will and trusting, saying Abortion is Murder. And what you’re doing makes me physically ill and want to vomit. One was a best friend. Another, a woman from the website of my nightmares who’d lost a child to this identical circumstance. Nothing anyone said to me was worse than what I said to myself.
The only comfort to be had was that I carefully and methodically thought through everything. I considered every person in the situation, including my baby, and realized the only ones I could save were the living. I literally could not embrace the WORST to be able to HOPE and PRAY for the best. God will have his judgement on me. I have to live with myself.
Many women will find out about these anomalies at their routine 20 week ultrasound. It would be cruel to force a woman to decide on termination before allowing her to research and think through her decision. It is immoral to prevent her choice. This ban would prevent women from seeking out second opinions on the diagnosis.
If this ban had been in effect with our dear Christopher, I know we would have terminated immediately. And I know I would wonder, everyday for the rest of our lives if the tests were wrong and we mistakenly aborted a perfectly healthy baby? I would never recover from that, emotionally destroyed and living in perpetual grief.
To me, deciding to end a pregnancy when the baby is dying is similar to taking someone off life support when it is clear further medical care would be futile and painful. It doesn’t make sense that parents are able to make this decision about a baby who is on life support after being born, but can't make the same decision when the baby is inside the womb.
All of these situations are gravely serious medical situations. Each family dealing with this trauma and emergency deserves the time they need, to research, to search their soul and seek their own religious counsel. Each family has the right to follow their own conscience in making this most profoundly personal family decision. There is no black & white, right & wrong decision. All of it is awful.
This is the ultimate in invasive government intrusion into a family’s life. Government mandating a mother and wife to risk her life, her ability to mother and to force a family into bring a permanently disabled child into the world against their conscience and forcing the baby to endure immense suffering. This is government directly responsible for devastation of many families---financially, emotionally, and logistically. Plunging them into bankruptcy, divorce, loss of their ability to work to provide for the family as they provide care for their child, and for some homelessness or suicides. Some of them even abandon these children at the hospital—I am sure out of complete duress.
The VA Legislature should not be in the business of compounding human suffering.

Thursday, September 16, 2010

i think i'm done now!

Done ranting that is!

I've been keeping that post close to the chest for about 9 months now. I didn't want the sweet wonderful people I know here to be saddened by my opinions and I didn't want my family to be sad that I'm not IN LOVE with Virginia (as I fully expected to be!)

But I've said most of this to them anyway! And I want my blog to be REAL, not just happy and shiny.

And, if my opinions have hurt your feelings--I apologize! I am sorry. I love all of my dear friends and family and wouldn't be intentionally hurtful. And, I'll say it again, if I could get you to all move to Seattle, there just wouldn't be any issues! We could all just live happily together :) And, MOVE ON TO THE NEXT TOPIC of conversation. Oh, boy I'm sure Dave can't WAIT for that moment.

So--we just wait and wait everyday. To hear news about Dave's interviews which determine where we will live for the foreseeable future. That topic will be a separate post.

Living in limbo, and hopefully having answers about our future very soon. At this point I would gladly live anywhere else!! Except that we love our house. (Separate post on that soon too.)

:(

virginia - part III

It's important to read the entire post from the beginning. So if you are just tuning in, start at 'virginia.'

Carwashes
No car washes actually work around here. And the salt crust gets BAD in winter. I for one, do not wanna be outside in winter washing my car!

All signage in Spanish and English
If I had immigrated here from any country other than a Spanish-speaking one, I'd be really mad they didn't have my language! Aren't we supposed to be a melting pot? What about Pluralism? If we have one language, shouldn't we have the top 5 or 10? [NOTE: Seattle does]

All church signage in Korean and English
Let's be clear. I've not actually seen a Korean person for the entire time I've lived here. Chinese, yes. Vietnamese, yes. Indonesian, yes. Korean? Dave has seen two Korean people--downtown--the ones that operate a Bool Kogi stand. There are not even Korean people in line for the Bool Kogi at lunch. So where are all these mythical Korean people who are so dedicated to going to church that EVERY church within a 150 mile radius is working hard to attract them by having their language on the sign? Again, if I was anyone other than a Korean person, I'd be really mad that the church didn't have my language listed also. What about attracting everyone else to your church? Confusing!!

You can die riding the Metro
Apparently it's quite common. Accidents, lack of infrastructure spending. I heard today that violent crime on the Metro is up 24% since this same time last year. So what if Seattle doesn't have a subway system?

Commuting
It can take anywhere from 35 minutes to 4 hours to get to DC depending on accidents, Metro or VRE delays. It's major part of life here. Sometimes the VRE just lets other trains use their track during scheduled VRE times. Blissful.

Opinion: There are no nice neighborhoods (Exception: Annapolis, MD)
Just tiny pockets of pretty-ness and nice-ness. Perhaps I am spoiled from having lived in Raleigh, NC, Pittsburgh, PA and Seattle. There are really really nice neighborhoods in all those places. Lots of them. Where an entire 10 mile radius is uniformly pretty. Here, not so much. There are tiny pockets of pretty developments sprinkled here and there surrounded by lots of humongously-scaled mega housing developments with things like stacked condos, or like this one which emulates the Great Wall of China: (this one only has two pass through spots)



YELLOW Firetrucks.
YELLOW!!! Hello! Who has YELLOW firetrucks? These remind me of albino pythons:


Who does that? Everyone knows, fire engines are supposed to be RED!

The WIND
You would think with all the blasted sunshine that it would be GREAT to be outside all the time (which I was in SEATTLE). I love love love being outside. Walking in the woods, hiking, running. As I took for granted in every place I've ever lived. Here, not so much. First, no shade. The trees are like 4" tall. And the woods are so dense (and filled with COOL wildlife) that it's waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too scary to walk in them. BUGS. Icky ones that give you Lyme Disease. But the ABSOLUTE WORST hands down is THE WIND. The wind gusts regularly around here up to 50 mph. All year round but particularly in Spring. Since there are no trees, the wind goes unabated. Big deal? Ya? What is the big deal? The big deal is that no one has LOCKS on their GARBAGE can. When we first lived here, I actually tried going outside to clean up all the garbage blowing around on garbage day. Chinese take-out from the neighbors, stinky diapers flapping in the wind. I definitely did my own, but I tried doing my neighbors too. ICKY. Double ick! After it happened about 20 million more times, I gave up. It's just downright aggressive wind and it makes it very uncomfortable to be outside when it's windy. Which is all the time. I can't be my normal outside person because in addition to the wind and sunshine (read DRY), there is DUSTY DIRT. And if you know me well, you know that I have to wash my hands immediately when I come into contact with DUSTY DIRT. And just FORGET about DUSTY DIRT on my feet. Seattle has LOAMY SOIL with gentle mists and cool weather with pine needles cradling the woodsy floor and blankets of shade where the trees are so tall you can't see the tops. Oh, and they compost their food waste EVERY DAY CITY WIDE so there is no garbage blowing about on the street. Oh, and no rats downtown either. No BUGS either! Unless you count spiders. Tons of spiders. It just feels really clean there and that pine smell is better than any perfume. I actually have Campfire Memories incense. You can buy that smell.

Anger Management
It's clear that people here are some real power brokers. You can just feel it walking around. It's also clear that some people have some pretty big beefs. You have to feel really strongly about your cause to be a lobbist, activist, politician, and even a service person. You can just feel the tension and the seriousness. This is not a lighthearted place. People are very intense, aggressive and very type A--especially in large crowds or in traffic. Me no likey! So different than the culture of creativity, beauty, personal acheivement and work-life balance I'm used to--in where--yes! Seattle!

Obviously I could go on and on and on. And on. Just remember that my life is pretty constrained right now. It consists of chasing around a 2 year old Tasmanian Devil and driving on Highway 66 with very terse and aggressive and dangerous drivers for at least 3 hours every day. I am sure if my life was normal and included normal things like weekends with my husband going sightseeing or doing home improvement projects, I'd have a very different outlook. And just remember, I'm apparently the only person on earth who talks smack about Virginia. Forbes magazine ranked Fairfax as the number 3 place in the whole country to live. (Can you say kickback?)

It's just a *LOT* of Helvetica. Actually, worse: Arial. Too much bad design! Too much industrial--what's it called? Military Industrial Complex? Yes, that. So sad for our Nation's Capital.

virginia - part II


So the good parts:

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Super fun friends and neighbors. Yay! We know lots of happy friends and I can get together with them often with Isaac, just not Dave (sniff :( )

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Dave's job! He has some good flexiblity and it's a perfect match for while he's in school. They're very understanding.

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The 99% of our family that's here (or visits often) and the fun casual family get togethers which we could never really do a lot of living 3000 miles away. I've travelled a ton while we've lived here and seen nearly every relative I have at least once!

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Dave's school. Other than Stanford & Berkley, which we couldn't afford the whole package with me staying home, GWU is the very best place for Dave to study Intellectual Property Law. His professors are friends with Eric Holder and are actual Judges in Federal Circuit courts. He can do mock trials at real courthouses and the whole thing is just really inspiring.

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That we can live well and I can stay home with Isaac at this phase of our lives. If both of us worked and Dave also went to school, no one would ever be home with Isaac and we would eat take-out and live on a mountain of dirty laundry & dishes. We're able to have a semblance of home life that actually wasn't possible in Seattle (too $$$).

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The wildlife. Wow! Soooo cool. Turkeys, Blue Heron, Butterflies, Woodpeckers, Deer, Beavers, Hedgehogs, Bunnies, Foxes, Bears, Hawks, Owls, Dragonflies, Damselflies and much more! All seen regularly in my neighborhood. (Of course, I used to regularly see Black Bears, Cougars, Coyotes, Bobcats, Eagles in Seattle)

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Choo Choos. Isaac is absolutely obsessed, and there are railroad crossings EVERYWHERE. It's always a surprise and a joy to see a real CHOO CHOO! And we can hear them in the distance at night.

So--it's all good, yes? Yes?

NO! As I said earlier, I hate it here. Yes, hate. Probably for the mere fact that:
a] IT'S NOT SEATTLE and
b] It's East of the Rockies
c] It doesn't rain 8 months of the year
d] It isn't listed as THE LEAST SUNNY city in the country

Therefore, in my mind, it's as brown and dry as Arizona, as windy as Kansas, and there is no shade to be found. In other words, it's an abyss of nothingness. I know! Strong words! Who knew geography was so important to me!?

The following are all ridiculous and stupid things, but given my whole outlook on Virginia, they're things that I've noticed and find entertaining (irritating?!!).

The ORANGE LADY:
When we first moved here, we were intrigued by the fact that the local news WAS also NATIONAL NEWS because DC is a Federal District. That was very exciting. Combine that tidbit with the fact that the first 50 stations on the cable dial are either news channels or local access channels and you see quickly that NEWS is very very significant here in the region. Then, a sight accosted our eyes as we innocently tuned in to my FOX DC. It was THE ORANGE LADY. Also known as Julie Wright. I don't know whether or not Julie even does a good job reporting the traffic because I was completely and utterly distracted by her appearance. ORANGE. Glow-in-the-dark ORANGE. And, no, it wasn't my set that needed adjusting. Everyone else on the staff at my FOX DC looked perfectly normal and the white shirts looked white. Methinks Julie indulged a little too much in the self-tanner. YIKES!

The JACKED UP Evil-Genius Traffic Lady:
I need to find a picture of this woman--and the set backdrop she broadcasts from. Just wait.

The Fitz Way:
I am sure this man is an excellent business person and a pillar of the community. I know he probably does good works and employs a great deal of people and provides very valuable services. That said, he does embody a quintessential regional-ness. He is the quintessential Maryland man. And, there is a crusted-over quality to his persona. I am sorry. There just is. Unfortunately none of his commercials are on-line. You just have to trust me on this.

Enough with the VANITY LICENSE PLATES already!!
In the State of Virginia, one can choose from over 150 different license plate backdrops, some of which even express political messages. From the innocuous, like 'Educate Our Children' to the highly-charged, 'Choose Life.' If that weren't enough of a platform to express yourself, you can also choose the words that make up the actual plate. So you get the array from the obvious--IMSOCOOL, to the indistinguishable--URSOHI or whatever. Whatever. I'm a design purist, so I vote for simple and I just wish that people didn't have to express themselves quite so much. But then, there is just the plain bizarre and ridiculous...

What I like to call "The Faceless Flautist"

Combine all of this with people's proclivity towards bumper stickers around here, and you have quite the assault of messaging, just driving to work everyday! When Dave and I first saw this one, we thought there was a predator on the loose trolling the streets for small children. YIKES!

virginia

Oh, how emotional it is to live here!

For most people, this is a thriving metropolis with affordable housing, awesome diversity -- possibly the MOST racially diverse and integrated place I've ever lived--and THAT'S COOL!, amazing history & cultural significance, quaint towns, bucolic scenery, talented wineries, horse enthusiasts, world-class sporting events, amazing nightlife and all these great things, yadda, yadda, yadda----right?!!

And, if you read through my past entries, I WANTED TO LIVE HERE. I steered us (a bit?) for exactly where we live after realizing Dave had been accepted to The George Washington University (ranked #3 for IP Law, woot, woot!). Usually if I have a hand in what's happening, I'm a very happy camper with few regrets.

So--to quote Jerry Seinfeld, "Whaaaaat is the DEAL?!??"

I hate it here.

There.

I said it!

Everyone who spends time with me these days hears me KVETCH. Constantly. Seattle, Seattle, Seattle, Seattle, Seattle, Seattle, Seattle. I am a broken record.

Seattle is this. Seattle is that. Seattle!!!!

I haven't left Seattle emotionally. The possibility that we may never ever live there again is more than I can handle!

new JACK city

Dooode.

We might move to New York City.

Most people would be overjoyed and jump up and down with glee for this possibility.

Not me.

Oohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I am so whiny. I cannot convey my sadness.

The good parts would be that we'd still be within a days drive to 99% of our family. And we'd get to visit everyone a lot, which is fun.

And, it's very green and lush where we would be living. Tall shade trees, possibly mountains and rivers and streams. So--that's all good. Who knew I was so obsessed with geography?

And, where we're thinking of living has very quaint, older homes with big lots. That would be very nice. Lots of quaint little towns with wonderful delis. Yummy, wonderful homemade delicatessen foods. All good, right?

Close to some beautiful countryside to visit for weekend trips. Good possibilities for jobs for Dave.

Better. Better than it's been. Possibly a compromise I could live with long term.

But, oh, I'm just devastated! There is no good solution to where we will live! Much of it is dependent on where Dave will get a job--something we can influence, but not control. If we live on the East Coast somewhere, everything I said above applies. But I will be devastated.

If we move to the West Coast, my heart will leap for joy and every cell in my body will breathe a sigh of relief and feel at home, but I will dearly and deeply miss all the lost opportunities for casual family get-togethers.

Why can't everyone migrate to Seattle? It will never happen, but that would be the one scenario where I would have everything I want out of life!

roanoke rocks!




For Labor Day, Isaac and I went to Roanoke to visit Grama & Grampa, Aunt Stephanie, Uncle Joe and Cousins Ethan, Elise and Evan!



It was Aunt Stephanie and Uncle Joe's birthdays and just a nice opportunity for Isaac to spend more time with his cousins. Evan and Isaac are just 8 months apart and they have lots of fun together :)



And with Roanoke being so close by, we get to visit a lot. Which is very nice.

super amazing


Even though I've been away from my blog these past months, I think about writing it ALL THE TIME! Seems like at that exact moment the urge strikes, I'm somewhere doing something that I have to do and I CAN'T! Like driving in the car and then when I do have the opportunity I am too exhausted.

One of the major topics I always want to write about is FAMILY. How fortunate I feel to have the warm, fun, close relationships I have now and how GRATEFUL I feel for these connections. You've read it here before.

Because the flipside is that this wasn't always the case! For reasons too numerous to count and circumstances being what they were, I didn't have the kinds of relationships I would have wanted to have with the people who were closest to me earlier in my life. Ones that felt close, supportive, safe, fun and lighthearted.

Happily, I can say that I DO NOW! I didn't think it was possible. And I had given up on it being possible. I'd say it started around the time I met Dave (SMILE).

Dave continues to be awesome! So much fun. I'm so proud of him right now because he's following his lifelong dream and reinventing himself. He's doing great in school and his new career will be starting any minute now. He's totally self-made and a dedicated family man. I learn a lot from him.

And, you've heard me go ON & ON about how much I love his family and how much I value my relationships with them. Especially his mom. They are so thoughtful and loving and fun.

Miraculously, I'm strengthening my relationships with the McCarthy side of my family. My Aunt Mary is a superstar! She visits when she's in town on Catholic business and she helps me so much. She has inspired me to get my rear into gear with a whole new level of organization at my house.

And I've really enjoyed getting to know my Uncle Bob. Apparently we read all the same books. I so appreciate the way I can talk to him and feeling like he really understands me.

This past summer, I got invited to a sweet event up near where I was born in the Finger Lakes region of New York. So many people where there who knew me when I was teeny tiny. It was completely amazing to meet them again this many years later. All I could think is about what might have been. These would have been the people I grew up with, with whom I might have shared important events. It was very emotional to be there. Isaac was a peach and I was confused about what happened to the Tasmanian Devil baby he is at home.

One person who completely surprised me was my Uncle John. Walking into his photography studio I was floored. Majestic beauty in every direction the eye could see. He is a travel photographer and most of his landscapes are in the Finger Lakes region. He's photographed several coffee-table style books. I was completely and thoroughly impressed.

His wife has the same name as my mom: Linda McCarthy. She is an art teacher. Again, meeting her made me very wistful for what might have been. I majored in art and have done many artistic things--how much we have in common.

So--it's been a super amazing summer. One full of possibilities and happiness for the future.

Living back on the East Coast has been great for visiting FAMILY :)

summer beach trips



This summer we got to take a couple of trips to the Virginia and North Carolina Beaches. The first one was last May when Grama & Grampa (or Gamma as Isaac says when he sees their pictures) when we went to Sandbridge beach in Virginia. So pretty! Just North of the Back Bay Wildlife Refuge. Also known as the Outer Banks of Virginia.





As usual, I am in picture JAM! I took more pictures than this, and they got messed up!??!! (Sunscreen over the lens?) My in-laws took way more pictures--and as I assemble them, I'll post more!

Isaac celebrated his 2nd birthday with his cousins in the Outer Banks while we visited for a whole week there. More pictures to come!

We went with Dave's parents & sister & her family, and we also got to visit with my family from Pittsburgh who just happened to be down there! 'Aunt Deb' and 'Uncle Doug' who are actually my second cousins, also had a house that week and Isaac spent a blissful afternoon getting over his fear of water.

the fly



OH MY GOD!!! and expletives like DUDE! begin to express some of the incredulousness!

Monday night while I was walking the dog, as I do every night, a FLY flew into my ear!!! YUK! Super yuk! And it *like* burrowed so far in that it wasn’t visible to the naked eye and even the ER staff couldn’t remove it. When it first happened, Dave didn’t believe me! He thought I was joking around.

If only I could’ve video taped it. I’m sure I looked like a maniac to the casual observer. I was frantically hitting myself on the head and jumping up and down trying to shake it out of my ear. And then when it would flap it’s wings trying to get out I just ran around screaming like I was on fire.

It was more uncomfortable and more painful & scary than labor! How something so small could sound SOOOOOO loud and create that much havoc is beyond me! Kooky!

Dave wanted to remove it himself when it first happened. Seems reasonable? Yes? He wanted Q-Tips and tweezers and he wanted to pour water into my ear. That might have worked but I was so whipped up into a frantic frenzy I couldn’t think straight.

I did have the presence of mind to call Dave’s mom, who used to be a nurse. I figured she would know if we could take care of it ourselves or if we needed to go to the ER. Except the day before Dave disconnected our land-line, so I used the Google/Gmail phone, which sounds like it’s run through an auto-tune and has a really weird phone number (unrecognizable!).

So—between the weird acoustics and me FLIPPING out, I’m sure my mother-in-law was very confused about what was happening. I called her by her first name because I wasn’t thinking straight and was so panicky.

Dave called her back on a normal phone and she did recommend we go to the ER. So, Dave was still thinking this was a gigantic waste of time and money because he was exhausted from his already 14 hour day and he needed to eat dinner, study and go to bed. GUESS NOT! Because we were going to the ER.

I was riding white-knuckled, grasping desperately on the car, bent over, hunching over trying to stop the pain. By this time, I think Dave realized it was a serious situation.

When we got there, the receptionist said ‘have a seat and we’ll be with you in a few minutes.’ I lost it and starting crying and rocking like a crazy person in full-blown neurosis. Dave was parking the car and bringing Isaac along.

When the receptionist realized my distress, she got a nurse and they got me a room. I’m sure it was only 2 minutes or so, but it seemed like an eternity. And every time the darn thing fluttered it’s wings it was the most excruciating pain and I would start screaming and curling my toes. (NOTE: I didn’t scream at all when I gave birth to Isaac and normally I don’t even need pain meds or aspirin or anything. So—then Dave knew—THIS WAS MAJOR!)

The first thing the doctor and nurses wanted to do was use Lidocaine to numb my ear and hopefully quell the bug. Guess what? Flys don’t respond to drugs apparently because this thing was still buzzing and fluttering. SOOOOOOOOOOO LOUD. So painful. More screaming.

Then, they wanted to flush it out using high pressured water. The whole time I’m thinking, my poor eardrum! If it hasn’t been destroyed by the fly eating it and laying scary eggs, surely the water pressure will break it and then I’ll have a dead bug parts and a pierced eardrum circulating in my brain.

And I’m still shrieking and grabbing so hard onto the guerney. Laughing about how flies (moths?) don’t respond to Lidocaine. Finally the fluttering and buzzing was subsiding with the water they were squirting in. The nurses were reassuring me that an army of flies were not going to be festering in my brain and I wasn’t going to get evil fly disease from fly bites.

Poor Isaac was very upset. I don’t think he’s ever seen mommy lose it completely. We probably should’ve kept him away, but I think Dave wanted to be there with me and we didn’t have a babysitter because it was the middle of the night—short notice!

Then the fly (moth?) got his second wind and decided to really GO FOR IT with the fluttering & buzzing. OH MY GOD. Excruciating. White-knuckle clinging. Screams. Twitching.

Then finally with more squirts of water, finally the fly (moth?) died. YUCKO!!! Disgusting. They were able to remove the ‘thorax.’ Gross. Bug parts inside me. They said I’d have to see a Ear Nose and Throat Specialist to be able to fully remove the rest. He would have a microscope and specialized tools.

I was so exhausted when we got home I just fell to sleep instantly and forgot about the dead bug parts in my head. YUCK!

The next day, I went to a specialist who was able to remove it. Thank GOD. When I checked in, they asked for the reason for my visit. They had check boxes for stuff like headaches, teeth grinding, sinus infections and the like. I didn’t see a box for DEAD BUG PARTS IN HEAD so I made my own and checked it.

The doctor said this is apparently very common. Apparently bugs can’t walk backwards or fly backwards and they get stuck. Anyway. All bad and all gone. Still hurts like a BEEP!

Apparently, if it happens to you or someone you love, you need to pour room temperature water in your ear to kill the insect. Then, it may rinse out when you pour the water out of your ear. If not, go to an ENT doctor ASAP. The ER folks don’t have the specialized tools.

Though, if it’s a vegetable or food item, go directly to the ENT or ER because water will cause the item to swell, making it harder to remove.

Soooooooooooooooooo disgusting. Beyond words!

Isaac turns two!



His official party was August 10th, a month or so ago now! Sheesh! He celebrated with lots of friends from his playgroup and we had a Thomas the Train party at the pool!



Isaac turned two and became a Tasmanian Devil who's obsessed with Thomas the Train and all things train related. I think it's because Daddy rides the Metro and VRE and often we pick him up from the station. So one of the first things Isaac started to understand was CHOO CHOO.

Grama gave Isaac a book with pictures of all things large and mechanical--airplanes, buses, construction equipment, boats and you should hear the love in Isaac's voice when we get to the Choo Choo page.

The Pediatrician says Isaac is very very healthy, hitting all the milestones and growing well. Yay! More to be able to climb the countertops with. Those knives are not just going to move themselves! Whoever said this age was easier than the earlier stages was lying. We've redoubled our childproofing to include chains on the exterior doors, refrigerator & oven locks and mommy's vigilant supervision. Wow. The terrible twos!

Good thing we have Sprout on-Demand and we can watch Thomas 24/7.

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

2010


Finally! I'm actually mailing my 'Happy New Year' notes & cards this week! A preview...
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Hope you had a wonderful holiday season!

2009 was quite the whirlwind! Everyone forewarned us that both parenting and law school are very difficult & energy intensive ventures. None-the-less, we proceeded, perhaps naively, thinking, “How bad can it be?”

All I have to say now is…

“OH. This is what they were talking about.”

And, everyone also said, becoming a parent is the best thing they’d ever done and the most rewarding and worthwhile. That is also proving to be true. Isaac is obviously our pride and joy and he is such a happy & contented baby. We are very fortunate!

So—that said—you’ll find us to be even crazier, as we’re hoping to have news very soon about a baby brother or sister for Isaac! We’ll keep you posted on that front.

Other than that, our life now is pretty chock full of lots of ordinary, mundane, but wonderful family moments.

Have a great year! Love, Dave, Tara & Isaac

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And, yes, I AM FREAKING OUT--Dave's school effectively goes through mid-summer this semester. He's taking summer school. So I've booked us a weekend here mid-way through to save my sanity. For some reason, both Dave and I are having a really, really hard time getting back on the saddle for this semester's ride. Must...slog...through...two and a half more years.

Must be we know now what we're really in for and what it's really like!! Isaac reaching the terrible twos is also factoring in for sure!

More soon as I emotionally come to terms with this whole thing and can snap out of it -- I may even resort to better living through chemistry...with Dr.'s blessing of course! :)

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

bah humbug


I wanted you all to know, I AM mailing holiday cards this year---NEW YEAR'S holiday cards!! They're all ready to go, and you should be recieving yours very soon!!

I am in my usual spacy, daydreamy place--and I'm doing all the holiday things, just with what feels like 25% of my pre-baby energy level!!

We hosted a fun party early this month, for the families in Isaac's playgroup. It was controlled chaos--and it went way past the time we said it was over, so I think everyone had fun. Miraculously, there were no accidents--not even a spill! It was great because it was like instant Christmas the first week of December!

I thought I'd be so on top of the game this year--I started my planning in October! (But, alas--my cards are late anyway!!) In my Richard Linkletter-esque, SLACKER-esque movie plot of a life, I seem to just do what's right in front of me!

Isaac said his first sentence yesterday! It was very cute. He said, "Bye, bye Daddy!" when we dropped Dave off at the Metro station. He is beginning to have the terrible twos--getting frustrated if I have to take away a dangerous toy, or remove him from something that could hurt him. He can walk up and down the stairs--holding onto the rail (with mommy close by to prevent tumbles). And he's starting to mimic songs and sounds...Dave even thinks he has good pitch!

Dave finished this semester last week. He is like 50 years younger and 70 pounds lighter, just enjoying this 2 weeks of freedom. When school is in session, our house is a bit like a somber library when daddy is home. He's either sleeping or studying. I feel sooo bad that his load is so heavy. And he reminds me always, that he wanted to do this! And, all those he-man tasks go undone around the house--because there is NO Honey-Do list!! No chores at all for him! So--this two weeks is like "WOO HOO!!" We may even go to the movies when we're visiting family next week. What a concept!

My friend Brittany and I began painting in our house (don't ask why it was so important to begin in December!) The colors were exactly as I pictured in my mind's eye, but, of course, I want to tweak them and re-do everything we did. Yah. Fun.

Isaac and I got to see the sweetest production of the Nutcracker. The Southwestern Virginia Ballet company performed in Roanoke this month, along with participants from 19 different elementary schools in the area. My niece, Elise Candelario was a performer, and she was featured on the local news channel TWICE! Elise did beautifully, and the whole show was wonderful--the sets, the costumes, the performers. Everyone was outstanding. I was thoroughly impressed!

It's been a very special (and very rough!) holiday season this year...the first when my mom and uncle are looking on from above. :( It's a very weird feeling.

Miss you all! Email us at schleiferkin@gmail.com. And, look for our annual HOLIDAY letter, coming soon!

xoox

Thursday, November 12, 2009

allie bleeping carroll


Our photographer Allie did such a wonderful job on our photos! We're deliriously happy with them and it was such a fun day. She made it so easy!!

Take a look at the pictures on her gallery website:
www.alliecarrollphotography.com

- Scroll just a bit and you will see our name "The Schleifer Family"
- Click there and you will be prompted for a password
- The password is TaraandIssac12
(Please note that the password is case sensitive
so be sure to cap the "T" in Tara and the "I" in Issac)

So much fun! We hope to have annual sessions with Allie because she's so darn talented!!!

:)

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

the winery at la grange

Peeps, this is just a gorgeous place with delicious wine. As, are many many places where we live. What, you ask, are the three of us doing there on a Sunday morning at 10:00 am? Getting Isaac tipsy on the fumes from the fermenting casks? Naw, silly! (Though, I should say, those fumes were pretty strong, and for days I did smell like and feel like I had just drank 16 margaritas. Why margaritas, and not wine?! Dunno. Don't ask me.)

No! We were having HOLIDAY PICTURE DAY!!! We dressed up in festive colors and looked like TEAM SCHLEIFER! I don't have all the photos yet, but here's a sneek peek!! :)






More soon! In the meantime, check out the AWESOME photographer's website! She rules!
http://alliecarrollphotography.wordpress.com/2009/09/15/normi-parker-ferris-a-family-session/

Monday, November 2, 2009

employee of the month

Hi, it's been awhile since I posted, so today, I'm catching up. With three posts in as many minutes.

Anyway, my husband, whom I love dearly, for many many many reasons, keeps winning the bleeping Employee of the Month award.

It appears everytime he changes his underwear, his company awards him Employee of the Month. But, actually, he changes it everyday, it just SEEMS like he wins an award all the bleeping time.

So, that's great, yeah? Job security, high self esteem and what not. Yes? Yes.

Except, I'm starting to get really, really jealous. Surprise!

Because, just as his career is beginning anew, with finishing law school on the horizon, he gets to leave his old career on a high note, with his employer thinking he's a veritable rock star and all. It's all peaches and cream. For him.

Then, there's me. Dressed in grown up clothes sometimes. Showered, sometimes. Makeup, sometimes. Nails, sometimes. Hair, sometimes. Everything all together at the same time? Never. And, if so, with stains. Green beans, milk, mococos (spanish euphemism), all kinds of delightfulness.

Gaby on the fifth season of Desperate Housewives sums it up quite well when she tries to explain the changes motherhood brings to her dear husband.

I have A LOT to say about all of this. And I'm reading a really really really good book about it called The Truth Behind the Mommy Wars, which explores women's identities and possibilities once they become mothers. Fascinating.

For the time being, I will just say this (because Isaac is awake and wanting to play), I decided I was Employee of the Month! I cleaned my garage so much that you can park TWO cars in it (photos and proof forthcoming). And, my neighbors and father-in-law noticed too!

So, for my EotM award, Dave gave me this:
, the fuzziest pillow in the world!

'aunt' debbie's (and mineo's mmmmm)


A couple weeks back, Isaac and I travelled to Pittsburgh, to visit "Aunt" Debbie and "Uncle" Doug. Debbie and Doug are really my mom's cousins, so does that make them second cousins to me? Dunno.

But, to Isaac, they are Aunt Debbie and Uncle Doug. And, as usual, I'm terrible with pictures!!

Aunt Debbie and Uncle Doug are awesome and they have a gorgeous home with land in Pittsburgh. They were graciously storing things from my grama's house for me while my family and I made the move to Virginia. They wouldn't let me pay rent either. :(

They have always gone out of their way to help me and my family in times of need, like when my mom needed to move or my grama needed help with home maintenance after grampa died. They are very enthusiastic and available. So kind and generous. I have really appreciated everything they have done for us over the years.

We had a very nice time visiting and I got to meet Aunt Debbie's sister's and their family's too because it was Aunt Debbie's birthday and we had a party. The 20th anniversary of her 30th birthday...no...that's not quite right :) Delicious food, wonderful conversation, and the cutest doggie! Isaac got to play with Nathan, Debbie's grandnephew and we all had a great time.

I was enjoying the family visit so much, I didn't visit with any friends and neighbors from my time in Pittsburgh. It's so easy to get to Pittsburgh from here, that will just have to be for next time!

And, just for Dave, I brought home award-winning, super, ultra amazing and delicious (and FEDEX-able) Mineo's pizza: http://mineospizza.com/index.html. Those of you who have had this, understand. And, those of you who haven't, I might suggest giving it a try!

Sunday, November 1, 2009

halloween at aunt Stephanie's!

Isaac and I are super lucky! We have lots of family closeby, including, Aunt Stephanie and her sweet family. Isaac and I left daddy at home, because he had to study, and we went Trick or Treating with Aunt Stephanie, Cousin Ethan, and Cousin Evan at Stephanie's house. It was very exciting. Isaac had never been trick or treating before, but he quickly became accustomed to reaching his hand out for yummy candies!

And, it was also marked with sadness. Cousin Elise, sadly, could not come trick or treating with us! She was sick with the Swine Flu, and very, very sad to miss out on all the fun.

Stephanie is Dave's sister! And she lives about 3 hours South of us. So, we had a lovely weekend with Steph and Uncle Joe, and grama and grampa and Aunt Jan! It's nice to be able to visit family, although, it would have been even more fun if Dave could've come too!

We'll be back for Thanksgiving, and then again at Christmas! And, Dave (aka, Mr. 5 times winning employee of the month) gets like 3 weeks off of work AND school in December, so we're very much looking forward to the break!

Isaac is very very sad right now, because mommy isn't playing with him, so more later!! xoxoxo.












Friday, September 11, 2009

THE HORROR

To all of my graphic designer friends,
IKEA is ditching Futura, a beautiful, classic, iconic font FAMILY,
for Verdana?!!!? A font developed by Microsoft to work with computer screens.
It has 3 variations, to Futura's infinite ones.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

??????

Folks, IKEA's logo is set in Futura. Every single sign, catalog, business card, web graphic, and promotional item will eventually have to be re-branded.

What is the world coming to?

Fortunately, the design community is speaking out. There is even a Facebook group dedicated to the cause...

the whirlwind

Hi-wow, did an entire month just go by with no posts from me!?! Sheesh!

WT%--how does that happen? I mean, OK, I know I have ADD, (and so do you because I remind you constantly), and I know that part of that is not being completely connected to the 'real' world, and the whole 'time' thing. And, I know, I can be in my own daydreamy world. But, seriously? Over one month?!!

I tell Dave and Dr. G (my ADD person) that I have two speeds: ON and OFF.

ON is really good, because I zoom around and do a million things and feel CONNECTED to reality...TUNED IN...participating, getting stuff done.

OFF, yeah, not so good! I mean, I'm having fun, doing the daily things that HAVE TO HAPPEN--Isaac things, doggy things, flossing. I started walking my neighbor's little girl to the bus stop in the mornings because her parents need to leave early for work, and I can do that, on-time and everything, because it HAS TO HAPPEN.

But, during OFF, I generally feel very 'out of it.' Spaced out. Happy, not sad, just somewhere else. Isaac and I play together, as do the doggies and I, but many things that are not immediately pressing get delayed. And, delayed.

I read a book recently called "The Gift of Adult ADD". The author's premise was that once you're in the system, so to speak, with a DSM IV diagnosis, you go from being a quirky, creative, off beat eccentric person with many charming qualities, to someone who's impaired and defective in your own opinion of yourself. You go from focusing on what you're good at, to just shoring up weaknesses, and then lose your moorings.

And, in a way, that's true! I very, very deliberately crafted the person I am now early in life--to be CREATIVE. To be a good artist and graphic designer. And, I was! Many of the qualities I struggle with now were essential and valuable to success in those fields. Specifically, the ability to zone out of reality to come up with new and original visual ideas. And then, to work for hours at a time on one project that had a start, middle and end.

However, the rigor of bills, cleaning, and keeping a home do not work well with my natural BATCH processing mode and desire to zone out and do just one thing for a large block of time. The skills I need now are about consistency, attentiveness and small amounts of attention on many things day after day after day.

It's TOUGH making the transition! I don't know if it's possible!

So--anyway, that's where I've been. In the daily minutae of everyday life. Thinking only about the next moment or the next few hours. I have not even given thought to the blog at all!! Like it may as well have not ever existed.

That all said, many, many things have happened in the last month!!

Isaac is now WALKING! He started on August 16th, 5 days after his FIRST birthday! (I have photos and videos to post--very soon!) He says stuff like "Ut ohh" if he drops something and "Ahhhh" after drinking a delicious beverage. Just like daddy. (Check out the video at the end of this blog) It's hilarious. Today he ate an entire chicken nugget by carefully removing small pieces and I was impressed.

He wears little running shoes. (Also hilarious) and he calls every dog Daisy (our lab's name). He says mama and dada, and very very emphatically he says NI NI which, I assume means "MORE NOW!" because he is very animated when he says it.

In the last week or so, he has become very possessive of me and HIS things. I once picked up my friend's little boy because he had fallen and was crying. Isaac immediately started to cry, so I picked him up too and had both. Isaac started pushing Julian away and it was obvious he was like "this is MY mother! Get your own!"

Ditto with crackers at the playgroup. I'll offer him some, and he's completely uninterested. Then, when the other children take some, he begins to get very upset and tries to take them from me. Like, in case he wants them for later? Dunno. It's funny and I know I need to begin teaching about sharing very soon!

I have SOOOOOOOOOOOOOO much positive stuff to say, about so many dear lovely people I'm fortunate to have in my life...and I want to dedicate entire blog posts to each of them (my Dr. G would say that's my ADD making simple things complicated...). And I could certainly gush and gush at length about them...

Really, really fast, for now though:
Cousins Doug and Debbie were SOOOOOOOOOOOO awesome to let us stay at their beautiful house in Pittsburgh during my mom's memorial service. They were so gracious and welcoming. They let our doggies run around on their property and we all had such a nice visit. They took great care of Isaac when Dave and I had special meetings with the pastor. They just go out of their way to do anything and everything they can to help me. I am so thankful. They ROCK.

My DH Dave...I realize, aside from just making jokes about our list of requisite argument topics, and how we each have our own very unique skill set, I say very little about my DH. Part of that is Dave is super private and gets embarrassed easily, and hates when I write about him on the blog. Part is that I think all the time about posting and then my attention is focused 1-inch in front of my face in the daily minutae of my life. So--anyway DAVE. There's a reason I wore a sticker of Michaelangelo's statue of David when I first met him. After almost 10 years, I still think he's the greatest! We just have so much fun together and laugh all the time. I'm so grateful to have my one and only husband.

AND my deep sadness about leaving Seattle and my former running mate Helena (miss you, love you!) is mitigated a SMIDGE now because God saw fit to answer my prayers for a new chiquita banana, Virginia-based running pal: Brittany! Brittany is like Christmas, the winning the lottery, and manna from Heaven all in one. SHE HELPS ME CLEAN THE GARAGE. And, she helps me with my backlog of MAIL and administrative to-dos. I have never seen anyone be more decisive or work faster. It's amazing. I'm so thankful.

So--I could go on and on, about each one of you, my dear readers!! I will spare you all for tonight, and promise, again to post pictures and videos very soon. Some of many future post topics:

Seriously, when did I get really old?! No, a Polaroid is not an OLD camera. I just, just bought that.

And, yes, there are BEARS at our swimming pool. Complete with photos to prove it.