11/13/2025
A week in the ICU teaches you a lot:
The rise and fall of a number that dictates the mood of the room.
You stop watching the clock.
You start watching the monitor.
is delicate.
When it is aligned, it feels like a small miracle.
When one person breaks rhythm, the whole unit shifts.
And then there is the teamwork of a couple together 24+ years.
A practiced choreography built through decades of airports, arguments, celebrations, disappointments, and growing up side by side.
One of you watches the monitor.
One of you listens to the nurse.
One of you gathers the details.
One of you catches the things nobody said out loud.
You trade roles without discussion because this is what long term partnership is:
💃a quiet, instinctive duet under impossible lighting.🕺🏼
🗣️Communication bends.
A message whispered through five professionals returns altered. Parents end up carrying the original meaning like contraband.
Power moves in the pauses.
A clipped tone.
A slow response.
A decision made without eye contact.
You feel the hierarchy before you understand it. 🩻🩺🥼
The feminine burden remains, even in parenthood.
Not mothering, but the archetype.
The scanning.
The emotional labor.
The intuitive knowing.
The unseen work of anticipating the shift before the alarm sounds.
becomes a kind of quiet clairvoyance.
And the gap between professionals and modern teens is wide.
Many professionals have no idea how teens show up today.
The sarcasm that is actually fear.
The resignation that looks like defiance.
The digital humor as coping.
The burnout that mimics attitude.
Teens live in a different emotional language, and most adults are not bilingual.
By the end of the week, you realize parenthood is its own career.
It is selfless work.
It is work.
It is the art of staying steady inside confusion.
It is learning the quiet truths that make us human.
** Glad to be home again as a family crew of 3 🧑🧑🧒 - we have appreciated your care up close and far away 🫶🏼