Saturday was Layla’s 1-month birthday.  Little did we know we would be celebrating in the hospital with our little one recovering from surgery.

On Friday morning I’d secured a last minute appointment with her pediatrician to look into her persistent vomiting after feedings. An ultrasound showed the culprit was pyloric stenosis. This meant the opening to her stomach was too small for food to stay down, which happens to a few out of every thousand babies. Immediate surgery was the only option, and it would fix the problem permanently. The doctor reassured us it would be a quick 20-minute procedure that babies bounce back from in a matter of hours.

We headed to Texas Children’s Hospital West Campus. Although we worried about our tiny baby undergoing this procedure, I felt good that we had access to the best doctors in the world. 

Layla did a great job through her pyloromyotomy, and we were out of the hospital in 24 hours and back home by 7 p.m. Saturday.

1. Scientist.

In kindergarten, we had to draw one of those “When I grow up” pictures about our future career aspirations. I had no idea what any of this meant. Thus, scientist was my pulled-out-of-the-air answer. I drew a person with a lab coat and a bubbling test tube.

2. Artist.

In first grade, we learned about Picasso and other painters. He became my new idol. I loved cubism and the blue period.

3. Motivational Speaker.

Around fourth grade, I started perusing self-help books around the house by authors like Dale Carnegie and Miles Munroe. I wanted to perpetuate the message of overcoming adversity and thriving.

4. Cereal Box Designer.

Doctor, lawyer, traditional careers. BORING. I wanted to create things, beautiful and functional things.

5. Writer.

By the time I was 11, I knew.

I believe who you are as a child — your dreams and desires — these never change. They make up the real you. But the pressures of adulthood can blur your true identity and make you forget what originally brought you joy. Tapping  into your childhood tastes will show what makes you tick.

Your turn: as a child, what did you enjoy or aspire to? What did you see yourself doing in the future?

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Of course, the grandparents are beaming over their first grandchild.

The fried chicken (with Captain Crunch breading) and Yukon mashed potatoes may be my favorite restaurant meal in Houston. The meatloaf, shortribs and burger and fries are also satisfying options. Don’t leave without trying the lemon icebox dessert.

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There is a full grown baby in my insides.

I am baffled that such a thing is even possible.

But I’ll be reading a book or have my elbow on my stomach and all of a sudden the book or elbow is bobbing up and down. Because there’s a baby beneath wriggling all over the place.

Yesterday she had the hiccups. One time Sajan put his head on my stomach, and she kicked him in the face. Or maybe it was a friendly hello with her hand.

A Baby Shower

My favorite women in the world threw and attended a tea-themed baby shower for me.

Shower images courtesy of Elizabeth Varughese.

This morning I was trying to reflect and put it into words.

Mary DeMuth at Live Uncaged took the words out of my mouth:

God has been up to something new in my life over the past year. An unsettling. A shift in perspective. A new life. He is freeing me, moment by moment.

I’ve seen how each one of us is truly broken, haunted by the past and pretending to everyone else that things are OK. Because you think that’s what you’re supposed to do. It’s a huge deceit: our belief that no one else is experiencing the dysfunction or vulnerabilities that we are.

Here’s the promise I held onto that I’m seeing come to life:

Though you have made me see troubles,
many and bitter,
you will restore my life again;
from the depths of the earth
you will again bring me up. (Psalm 71:20)

Things I’ve learned:

• You have to be entrepreneurially minded to make it. A college degree and 9 to 5 are no longer the path to success.
• I create, therefore I am. You’re only as good as the last thing you’ve made/expressed/implemented.
• You’re never ready for the season you’re in. And that’s a beautiful thing. When the season’s over, the light bulb flashes over your head, and you’re a new person, equipped with even better tools to plow through the next season.
• If you’re not making mistakes, you’re probably not doing anything.
• Fear is the enemy.

I am very thankful for doors that have been opening and opportunities arising out of the blue.

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Why were we late to the market? Too busy chomping on burgers at Burgers, Shakes & Fries. Mine had a fried egg, mushrooms and hot peppers. The bread was soft yet crispy and scraped at the roof of my mouth. It barely held together as the burger was devoured.

Eating at Burgers, Shakes & Fries in Port Chester

55 degrees. In April??? Ugh.

OK, so shorts (or a dress) and a light jacket then, right?

Wrong.

The East Coast wind whipped at our faces mercilessly. I borrowed bubble jackets from gracious friends and layered on clothes.

When we came back to Houston, I threw off my layers and kissed the sunlight for its warm, windless April touch.