Chaos A.D.

As many of you already know my son was born three weeks early. And to make things a little more hectic, as if the uncertainty of my situation was not stressful enough, we were scheduled to move into our new house two days later.

Here is the condensed version of events. My wife was induced on the 21st of June because an ultrasound showed a possible concern with the baby; my son was born in the wee hours of the 22nd. I drove 30 minutes to the lawyers office later on the 22nd to sign the papers for the house, still unsure how my son was doing, wondering if he will be sent to Sick Kid’s in Toronto. The closing of the house was on the 23rd and I had to make two trips to the lawyer’s office, once to return the signed power of attorney and the second to get the keys, not what I wanted to be doing at that point. The next day, the 24th, I had to move us into our new house. Luckily, I had a ton of help from family and friends so the move was not so bad, except the house was a chaotic mess. I at least had a place to sleep and the TV was working. Finally on the 25th both my wife and my son were released from the hospital.

That leads into the following week that was devoted entirely to unpacking and getting any leftovers from our old place. Finally, three weeks later, we are almost totally unpacked, including several boxes of my childhood junk from my parent’s house, and I can focus all of my attention to my son.