Monday, April 22, 2013

The World We Live In

Yesterday I ran the Rutgers Unite Half Marathon. As I waited at the starting line, I thought, "how perfect that the race sponsor is Unite". The 4000 runners lined up that day were doing more than just exercising, besting their PR's, crossing off bucket list items, and running a race - we were uniting as one group in support of Boston, of runners everywhere, and of good overriding evil.

On April 15th, two terrorists made bombs from pressure cookers and strategically placed them at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. Held on Patriots Day, the event attracts up to 500,000 people and has grown from 18 participants in 1897 to over 38,0000 - making it the world's largest marathon. This year, 2013, just before 3:00 pm in downtown Copley Square came the first explosion, shortly followed by the second. Like something out of a movie, the incident resulted in over 100 casualties - many of which lost limbs, suffered injuries from shrapnel, and required immediate medical attention. Streets reserved exclusively for the runners were suddenly filled with emergency workers, good samaritans, and scared civilians. Simultaneously we saw humanity at its worst and at its best - fortunately the heroes outnumbered the evil doers by far.

Wearing Mommy's medal
The visual images, albeit graphic, showed people flocking towards the injured and regular Joe's and Jane's turned into first responders, triage nurses, and new friends. The public outcry was immediate and through cell photo photos, Tweets, social media, and news coverage action was taken immediately to narrow down the suspects. It seemed that by days end, two suspects were weeded out, splattered all over the internet, and the chase was on.

So back at the starting line, I began to think - "what kind of world have a brought my little man into?". You go to the movies, there is a shooting. You go to school, you are at risk. You run a race, you could lose a limb. Where does it end? Well, I may not have an answer to that but I do know, as I looked at the racers wearing tee shirts, badges, ribbons, and hats in support of Boston, I realized that there is too much good out there to prevent little champions like Austin from entering the world. As we ran, as I ran, I felt a little extra something for those that may not be able to run anymore. The proximity of the race dates, the fact that Rutgers was not canceled in light of the recent events, told the world that you may kick us, but you can't bring us down. We may be sad, we may have been scared, but now we are united and we will out number you - always.

On I ran, passing (or sometimes being passed by) my peers thinking about Boston, the runners and the spectators in particular. Running is different than a lot of sports because 99% of us know  we aren't going to win this race, we aren't the elite, and we aren't professionals. We recognize running is a solitary sport but it is also a team sport. Early finishers double back and cheer us, mortals, on. Telling us the finish line is around the corner or that this is, in fact, the last hill. People we have never seen before cheer us on - holding up signs saying "Your feet hurt because you are kicking ass" or "Chuck Norris never ran a marathon". Runners, those you are "competing" against, give you a reassuring nod or an extra smile when its clear you are running out of steam and, for whatever reason, that propels you to forward. Girl Scours, Frat Boys, Soccer Moms, and Supportive Dads in their "I'm Here to Help" tees to pass out water and Gu on the sidelines despite the temperature, the early hours, or their outside responsibilities. For a solitary sport, we are one helluva team.

When I crossed the finish line, shocked I had gotten a PR, and found my friends I was anxious to get home to my family. I had that overwhelming feeling of wholeness and goodness that I wanted to share and use right away. Yes, there were two little bastards out there that sought to injure many and take the lives of three. To you both I say - screw you! As long as people, communities, runners, what have you come together and keep moving forward and sharing positive moments, you will not win.


Thursday, April 18, 2013

Where did my hair go?


If you have been following along, you'll notice that the luscious locks Austin came into the world with have started to thin.  At the moment he is a mix between Mo from the Three Stooges and Robin Hood's Friar Tuck. 

The creative apple didn't fall too far from the tree and this is what my dad wrote on the matter. 

Where Did My Hair Go?
by Grandpa 


Where is my hair?
Where did it go?
I saw it right there.
And now it's no mo'.

Is it on my pillow?
Or on my bed?
Did the wind blow,
And take it from my head?

I'd ask my Momma
And my Pop.
If they would  help
And make it stop.

Is it at Grandma's and Grandpa's?
Is it in a book?
Maybe they can find it,
If they look?

What is the cause?
What is the reason?
Is it from hiccups
Or too much sneezin'?

I don't know 'cause I'm just a baby.
Will it grow back? Will it? Maybe?
Ya know. I don't give a hoot.
'Cause even without it .
I'm so darn cute.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

The Case is STILL Open!

Now that Austin has successfully entered the world, I feel like the title of my blog - The Case of the Missing Period - needs to be reassessed. I am flirting with the idea of a new title but first, let's acknowledge the period - or lack there of.

Again, a romantic topic that women love speaking of and one I just can't get enough of - literally. My last date with the Medela breast pump was February 4th. I know this because I found myself in the bathroom plugging away for the last time after the Raven's won the Superbowl and wishing (as I do every year) the game was played on a Saturday. The adults at our Superbowl Party barely outnumbered the 5 children under 2 years old so with the exception of "who won the game?", I, as the host, could answer very few questions about the game's progress.
My Brave Little Toaster!

After ending my love/hate relationship with breastfeeding, I googled away to determine how long it would take for me to get my period back. This was done for several reasons, of course, but most of all I didn't want to have another situation as I  had in Boston and be caught off guard. Friends said a month or two, the internet said the same, and Dr. H suggested early April. Well, we are just about to cross the threshold from early to mid-April and I am still periodless. Am I surprised? Not really.

The good news is should Baby #2 need to be an IVF baby, the worst part of the process is over. We have 5 of Austin's siblings hanging out in a freezer somewhere waiting to be implanted in my uterus. This means no tummy shots, no enlarged follicles, and no retrieval. Essentially DJ and I would be able to schedule our next pregnancy and go in for the transfer. I will still have to get the progesterone shots, which is annoying, but at least I have experienced them before, survived, and made a baby. The bad news is - well - where the heck is my period and what does this mean long term? What will my birth control options be? Do I even need birth control? Will I age in a weird way because I am not menstruating?