Stephanie Klein Greek Tragedy

A year ago today you were born.  Lucas and Abigail.  I wasn’t allowed to touch you.  I was pumping and on the phone with loved ones, telling them we had both a boy and girl.  You were such a surprise. …

I took you to the hospital on Monday for another MRI.  We’ve got the routine down now.  They all know us there.  I know to dress you in clothes without metal snaps.  I know the cafeteria makes a killer patty…

I don’t choose these things.  They just happen.  I didn’t mean to choose Natalie Merchant’s “Beloved Wife” as the song I’ll always associate with you.  It just happened.  Perhaps it’s not the most manly-man song out there, but it’s a…

You know, you happen to be right.  I vent all over this thing, and then forget to follow up.  So bring on the questions.  I will attempt to answer them in a timely fashion (though if the Moose writing is…

It’s a Friday, and you’re both asleep.  The three of us are in the media room in the dark.  Your father has converted the room into an obstacle course: an activity yard abuts a papasan swing, then an exer-saucer, a…

"He feels hot."
"He’s fine."
"No, he feels hot."
"I just turned up the air conditioning, and he was lying on me, so it’s my body heat."
"No, it’s not that kind of hot."
"Stephanie, please.  He’s fine."
I wasn’t…

We heard back from the chief of neurosurgery in Boston.  He let us know that his team reviewed Lucas’s situation at a conference, and he was able to clearly see the ventral cyst in the spine canal.  They believed it…

We’re in the waiting room.  Lucas Beckett had another lumbar puncture.  A brain and spinal MRI.  It takes about three to four hours.  They want to compare these images with the ones taken last week.  Are things better, worse, the…