Life has been incredibly busy... I mean incredibly busy these past couple of weeks. We have a huge case at work and I have been drowning in paper. I barely make it home in time to see Isaiah before he goes to bed. I am hoping the hard work will all pay off. One thing is for sure, I don't want to work like this forever. Life is too short and I have too many blessings to waste most of it on work.
So, Isaiah had a Myringotomy (ear tube placement) today. After ear infection, after ear infection... after ear infection, we finally saw an ENT and the result? Tubes for my baby. It actually coincided with Isaiah officially being diagnosed with asthma. We went to visit his lil cousin Xavier and he just kept coughing. It was dry so I knew it wasn't a cold. The doctor said Respritory Airway Disease, i.e., Asthma. At the same time, she noticed he had another ear infection. So, they treated the asthma and sent us straight to the ENT. Now, here we are. I googled the hell out of the word "Myringotomy" and read everything I could get my hands on. I even found this great website where I watched a live surgery. In the end, I was almost excited about the fact that he was having the surgery. No more pain - and the ENT (who was amazing) told us he probably had hearing loss from all the fluid in this ears, so my baby boy would have his full hearing back. So, this morning we got up (no eating for Isaiah) and Richard and I took our golden boy to the surgical center to have the tubes put in. He was grumpy because he hadn't eaten. We put him in a little hospital gown and socks. The pre-op area was like a little play room. Tons of bopping babies with little hospital gowns and diapered booty's. Then I put on scrubs, a face mask, foot thingies, and one of those giant blue shower caps. We headed back and I sang him a song while they put the gask mask over his face and fell fast asleep. He was crying but calmed down when I started singing. I came back to the waiting room, stepped out to get a soda and when I came back in Dr. G was waiting to tell me and Richard the surgery was over. It was no more than fifteen minutes. About ten minutes later we headed back to recovery and they brought us our fussy baby. He was like a little newborn - crying and fluttering about. He was just coming out of the anesthesia so he had little control over his body. I just held him, gave him some soy milk - Richard and I kissed him until he calmed down. About twenty minutes after that he was ready to get down and play! The doctor says he can go back to school tomorrow but I will probably keep him out at least until Wednesday, if not the entire week. As we speak, he is shoving Honey Graham Bears in his mouth and dancing around the living room.
So - on to November 4, 2008 - Barack Obama was named America's first black president!!! We all know that - but some day my boy will be reading this! Now, some of you may be thinking: "Oh, no, another black person talks about how historical it is." or "Great, another black Mom, talks about what this means for her kids." I could absolutely talk about both. Just glance in your history book and you will know what this means to a people who have been denigrated, marginalized and disenfranchised systematically for centuries. Having a black man lead one of the powerful nations in the world will have implications not just here and on the whole diaspora, but in the minds of a future generation that can no longer rely on their ignorance when they stereotype or discriminate because "they have never seen an intelligent black person." And yes, as a mom, it does mean a great deal. How could I tell my son that he could be anything when I didn't even believe it myself? Now, not only do I believe it, but I can give him an example, and that its probably the best feeling I have ever had. I have never felt so proud of this country or had so much faith in the future! Obama had a dream, he followed through, and he let nothing deter it. He could have gone to any law firm, made millions and forgot about the dream he had or the people he passed on the way. He stayed committed to what he knew was right and he didn't compromise. Most of us are taught we have to compromise and assimilate to succeed. Obama is a reminder to me you can make your way up and still reach back on the way. Hooray for the underdog! I am so proud to be an American, proud to be a mom of young black boy and really proud to be 27 in the year 2008 in a time when I know the world is mine! Oh yeah, Isaiah 2045!
So, Isaiah had a Myringotomy (ear tube placement) today. After ear infection, after ear infection... after ear infection, we finally saw an ENT and the result? Tubes for my baby. It actually coincided with Isaiah officially being diagnosed with asthma. We went to visit his lil cousin Xavier and he just kept coughing. It was dry so I knew it wasn't a cold. The doctor said Respritory Airway Disease, i.e., Asthma. At the same time, she noticed he had another ear infection. So, they treated the asthma and sent us straight to the ENT. Now, here we are. I googled the hell out of the word "Myringotomy" and read everything I could get my hands on. I even found this great website where I watched a live surgery. In the end, I was almost excited about the fact that he was having the surgery. No more pain - and the ENT (who was amazing) told us he probably had hearing loss from all the fluid in this ears, so my baby boy would have his full hearing back. So, this morning we got up (no eating for Isaiah) and Richard and I took our golden boy to the surgical center to have the tubes put in. He was grumpy because he hadn't eaten. We put him in a little hospital gown and socks. The pre-op area was like a little play room. Tons of bopping babies with little hospital gowns and diapered booty's. Then I put on scrubs, a face mask, foot thingies, and one of those giant blue shower caps. We headed back and I sang him a song while they put the gask mask over his face and fell fast asleep. He was crying but calmed down when I started singing. I came back to the waiting room, stepped out to get a soda and when I came back in Dr. G was waiting to tell me and Richard the surgery was over. It was no more than fifteen minutes. About ten minutes later we headed back to recovery and they brought us our fussy baby. He was like a little newborn - crying and fluttering about. He was just coming out of the anesthesia so he had little control over his body. I just held him, gave him some soy milk - Richard and I kissed him until he calmed down. About twenty minutes after that he was ready to get down and play! The doctor says he can go back to school tomorrow but I will probably keep him out at least until Wednesday, if not the entire week. As we speak, he is shoving Honey Graham Bears in his mouth and dancing around the living room.
So - on to November 4, 2008 - Barack Obama was named America's first black president!!! We all know that - but some day my boy will be reading this! Now, some of you may be thinking: "Oh, no, another black person talks about how historical it is." or "Great, another black Mom, talks about what this means for her kids." I could absolutely talk about both. Just glance in your history book and you will know what this means to a people who have been denigrated, marginalized and disenfranchised systematically for centuries. Having a black man lead one of the powerful nations in the world will have implications not just here and on the whole diaspora, but in the minds of a future generation that can no longer rely on their ignorance when they stereotype or discriminate because "they have never seen an intelligent black person." And yes, as a mom, it does mean a great deal. How could I tell my son that he could be anything when I didn't even believe it myself? Now, not only do I believe it, but I can give him an example, and that its probably the best feeling I have ever had. I have never felt so proud of this country or had so much faith in the future! Obama had a dream, he followed through, and he let nothing deter it. He could have gone to any law firm, made millions and forgot about the dream he had or the people he passed on the way. He stayed committed to what he knew was right and he didn't compromise. Most of us are taught we have to compromise and assimilate to succeed. Obama is a reminder to me you can make your way up and still reach back on the way. Hooray for the underdog! I am so proud to be an American, proud to be a mom of young black boy and really proud to be 27 in the year 2008 in a time when I know the world is mine! Oh yeah, Isaiah 2045!
3 comments:
Yes, I think it's safe to say that Grandma's Beanie-pie loves spaghetti.
Also, Tee - very powerful words about Pres.-Elect Obama! You are very eloquent in the way you express how great it is to witness this wonderful time in our lives great for Isaiah and Xavier!!!!- and I love how Michelle is the woman supporting her man. He never would have made it without her love and God's blessings. God bless all of us and the U.S of America!
oh my gwaaad! Poor Isaiah but gosh what a trooper. He is the strongest little toddler ever! (so sad they're not little infants anymore)
You are hands down, SUPER MOM!!!!!
Miss You guys and Isaiah's got my vote! :)
Well said, my daughter. What a chip off the old block! The world is your oyster! And Isaiah and Xavier... well they will know no limits. They can be or do anything they want.
I hope Isaiah won't wait until 2045, though. He has to make sure Grandma will be there smiling and waving her flag!
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