Those teeth…those pesky teeth! Your dad or your mom probably bugged you relentlessly to clean them and floss them and avoid getting sticking things on them. Why were they so worried?
I think I understand now! Beebo has been working on growing teeth, namely the “2-year” molars, since she was almost 18 months old….six weeks later, we have nary to see a cusp peeping out or even a red bump on the gum.
ARE YOU KIDDING ME? Why won’t they finally break through? This process is excruciating since her appetite has practically disappeared and she doesn’t sleep as well…and there are no other medical or physical issues to account for this misery besides “teething.” As a result of this period of misery, I will try my darndest to keep her teeth perfect! I don’t want to have to deal with extraneous dentist visit after the era of teething comes to an end. At least when she grows her second set (Thanks Dr. Seuss) she’ll know about the tooth fairy and the “fringe benefits” of losing a tooth.
But, alas, I don’t think she’ll remember any of this bloodless tooth rupture torture. Thank goodness!
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Today BeeBoDad is sick. It is quite sad…he vomited and lost fluids from other orifices all night as I peacefully slept in bed, half-wondering if he had fallen asleep on the couch. Being a lover of microbes and a “trained virologist” (meaning that I know how to play with the little buggers in the lab), I suspected a virus, probably Mr. Norwalk, or one of his wretched cousins. Not much we could do but ride out the “storm.” Fortunately, I was able to deliver him to the doctor this morning and she provided him with an anti-vomiting suppository (that looks like a silver bullet), which was dutifully picked up by the BeeBoFog and me at the pharmacy. So BeeBoDad is gradually recovering and managing to keep down some gatorade and pedialyte pops, probably because of said silver bullet and I have diligently bleached all suspect surfaces so the cruise ship will be prepared to debark ASAP.
During my zen-like bleach-aromatherapy cleaning frenzy, I thought about how blessed I was to live in an age when we usually know what makes us sick. Thousands, even hundreds, of years ago, these illnesses were thought to be caused by evil spirits, and some people even believe that your karma is responsible for these outcomes. I don’t believe in disparagingkarmic thinking and deride its own sacredness to its believers, but I love the fact that I know an unthinking multitude of viruses (or viri?) are muddling around in BeeBoDad’s unpleasantly surprised organs and tissues, but that’s okay since his defenses have been alerted and are moving in, and all the while, the viruses are closing up shop, hoping to have found another victim on the way (don’t you dare! I have a gallon of bleach!!) I don’t live in fear. I thank God that BBD has such a brief, while very unpleasant illness, and don’t see it as a source of punishment. I also think of how awful it would be if little BeeBo caught the bug, but we would have a much better chance of getting through it than if we lived in Mali or Sudan or Bangladesh.
I also thank Robert Koch and others for their scientific endeavors surrounding the development of Germ Theory allowing us to bravely identify our microscopic adversaries.
Please check out this beautifully simple list of germ criteria, also known as Koch’s Postulates.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Koch%27s_Postulates
Categories: BeeBoDad · BeeBoFog · science
“We live in a society exquisitely dependent on science and technology, in which hardly anyone knows anything about science and technology.”–Carl Sagan
This issue bothers me on a daily basis. Since I was in elementary school I have considered science and a source of fascination and a subject worth toiling over. I did not think it was too hard or too uncool or not meant for girls to learn. The more I learned about biology, physics and chemistry, the more I realized that every moment of my life is bathed in the wonders of science. Therefore, I have never lived in fear of science, and I have never considered mainstream news a good source scientific information. I think that actually orginates with my high school track coach/history teacher who emphasized the importance of using “primary sources.”
This brings me to a recent subject of “sciencehysteria” in the news and why Carl Sagan’s quote is uncomfortably appropriate. There is no more vulnerable news-listening public than fear-stricken new parents who comtemplate every miniscule decision that they make. A recent newspiece that I heard on the radio, read on my mommy listserv, and saw in the newspaper discussed an upcoming meeting of expert scientist that will review the potential health hazards of bisphenol A, a chemical widely used in plastic (polycarbonate) production and found in, gasp(!), baby bottles!!!! And not just cheap baby bottles, no, the real fancy brands that the said fear-stricken parents have begrudgingly selected because breastfeeding 24/7 is not a viable option! Fortunately, the purpose behind this newspiece was the scheduled meeting of a panel of expert scientists to discuss the potential hazards about this chemical. Does any member of the average news-observing public stop to check the facts? I really do try!
First stop for me on any science-based news story is Pubmed, one of my favorite sites:
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov:80/entrez/query.fcgi?CMD=search&DB=PubMed”
Since many articles in Pubmed require pricey subscriptions that only Universities can afford, check out the
Public Libary of Science or the Directory of Open Access Journals for completely free scientific articles.
http://www.plos.org
http://www.doaj.org
Talk to your local friendly scientists, enlist the help of your curious children! Don’t be a science chump and get the facts!
Categories: Open Access · science
This morning I had an NPR stay-in-the-car moment. I had just dropped off BeeBo at DC, and she serenaded me with howls of discontent as I fled the scene. I was heading over to the gym to run on the treadmill since I do not relish ice running and that was my only other option.
I was totally drawn into an interview on NPR with Ed McGaffigan, head of the NRC, which happen to be in view of my parking space. He was discussing his life and how he continued to work, take care of taxes and spend time with his grown children, in spite of his limited time left in this world due to the cancer hijacking his body. He is a widower with cancer, and I suspect most people would give up on work, and perhaps even life, in such situation. He did not sound at all regretful of his situation, and he wasn’t trying to cram all possible amazing life experiences into his last months of life. I sensed that he felt he had done all of these things and his laser beam focus was on family and work—simple, yet fulfilling. He did feel liberated to speak his mind regarding work issues, probably something he should have done long ago…but at least he speaks now.
He reminds me so much of BeeBoDad, he runs, loves his family, works methodically, and doesn’t waste time finishing his tax returns. I only hope that if I leave BBD before he leaves me, he will continue living in this same simple manner.
Please listen: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=7445131
It is a wonderful way to recognize the life of a good man who just happened to be a government employee.
Categories: work-life balance
Today is Beebo’s first day of daycare, or “school” as we prefer to say. She’s there and I’m at home, what a strange feeling after spending her first year together.
I loved and feared the first day of school, both as a student and a teaching assistant. I loved new school supplies and new (or gently used) books. I feared failure and disappointing the grown-ups, although that rarely materialized. I hope Beebo feels loved and guided and free to explore, and I can’t wait to reunite everyday.
Categories: back-to-work · daycare
