Is a heart that works. Sorry, I’ve dug out some old Juliana Hatfield records lately, and I’ve been listening at work, while typing up various reports and documents. Mamapop had a link to Juliana’s blog – excuse my train of thought…making me think how different it would be to be a teenager and really into music now as opposed to the late 90’s, when there was barely anything resembling today’s internet, and how close you can get to the artist now. I had a huge girl crush on Juliana in my late teenage years. I only saw her play live once. She is awesome, and I’ve got to catch up on her most recent albums. And as she writes on her blog, she is struggling. I hope she can heal what is going on with her.
Her words are ringing in my head right now, because I’ve just come home from a few hours at the children’s hospital with Oliver, sorting out his surgery referral and getting him properly examined. And I was lucky enough to be there with a kid who doesn’t feel ill, who doesn’t really get that something needs fixing. Because, if you are at all a softie, and boy am I a softie post-popping out children, just stay away from a children’s hospital. I can’t tell you how many times I got teary eyed today. Babies with IV drips. A four or five year old girl on a gurney, screaming into a pillow to muffle her pain. It’s such a horrible place.
And yet, it’s such a wonderful place. The staff were incredibly helpful and upbeat. The whole place is child friendly. Oliver thought he was on a great adventure. When we have some money to give, when we are in a spot that we can think about donating money, I really want it to go there.
And we’ll be back soon, putting Oliver under for a few hours to get his hernia fixed, a little surgery, but I think I’m going to be a little more than upset that day.