The Center is Bell's Palsy and The Daddy Express.

Sorry for the absence.  I did write another post a couple days ago, but there was some sort of glitch in the system and it didn't post.  In fact, it disappeared entirely.  Probably a good thing, since it was basically a bunch of ranting and raving about people who mean well but are offensive and rude.

I will still say something about it, though.  It's important to not ever comment on someone's weight, especially if you have no idea what their situation is.  People keep telling me that I look fantastic, it's not fair that I am so thin after having a baby three weeks ago, etc. etc.  Um, rude.  Maybe I look fantastic to you, but I'm thin because I just got through a pregnancy wrought with high-risk complications.  Oh, and because I have  A DISEASE.  It's not a fun row to hoe, OK?  I don't need to be reminded, it doesn't help me to focus on the positive.  And again, it's just plain rude.

Anyway, enough ranting.  Dr. Snedeker has said that he canvassed the world, and confirmed that if Rhys is absolutely positively diagnosed, he will be the very first baby ever clinically diagnosed with Lyme Disease that was infected transplacentally.  Looks like we'll make the medical journals.  We should get an agent and sell our story.  If our insurance company balks at the diagnosis, we might have to.

Rhys is wearing a onesie today, just like a normal baby.  And I bathed him, which apparently I need to do more often (although it is a huge lengthy process) because as it turns out, his hair is medium brown like Rick and Jude's, not almost black like me and Owen.  Oops.  He's not a fan of his bath.  He made this perfectly clear by pooping all over the adorable and expensive bathmat I bought before he was born.  Good thing it's machine washable.

Mr. Mom (also known as Rick Hansen) sent me a picture of homemade yogurt smoothie pops that he crafted for the kids.  Seriously, he is becoming a better mom than me.  He takes them for a walk in the wagon every night, all bundled up in blankets and with their flashlights in hand.  Owen calls it the "Daddy Express".  How freaking cute is that?  It makes it a lot easier for me, being in here and missing my boys, when I know that their Daddy is so awesome.  Thank God for him.

Cayuga Medical Center wants to put us in their "The Center is You" marketing campaign.  As a marketing professional, I can say that this is an excellent choice, because the Center is quite clearly us, I'm sure you'll agree.  We have spent 16 of the last 30 days here, and used services in 5 different departments in the hospital, including two visits to the emergency room.  In fact, people stop me in the halls and ask for directions now.  I think that it's because I walk so fast and so confidently through the halls, since I know exactly where I am going, as opposed to the people wandering and staring at the direction signs.  Even though I have an IV PICC line hanging out of my arm, a bandage on my face, and a patient bracelet on my arm, they ask me how to get to where they are going.  Oh, and the fact that half my face is frozen adds to the overall picture of wellness in their eyes, I guess.

After Sage asked me to do the campaign, I said, "OK, but I'm not really in any shape for a photo shoot right now.  I have big dark circles under my eyes and my hair is all frizzy and my skin is all pale..." "And you have Bell's Palsy, Carly, probably we'd wait until that resolved." she replied.

Oh yeah, good point.  Probably not the image the hospital want to project, huh?

Don't forget to check yourselves and your family for ticks!!!