Carrie Partain
Bio
Writer, Life Coach, Nomad, from Athens, Georgia, United States.
Embarking on a journey to discover life re-imagined after marriage, raising a family, and overcoming adversity. Parenting aging parents, purging the superfluous, and moving on
Stories (4/0)
Life Goes On
It was February 1996. We'd done it. We'd made it through the first year of marriage. This included a diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis, a high risk pregnancy, a head-on auto collision, premature labor and delivery of our baby girl, followed by an aortic dissection and open heart surgery for me. So what else is there to do, but go ahead a open some very belated Christmas presents? It was actually the last thing we felt like doing, but the lights were still up on the house and our tree, and friends and relatives were anxiously waiting to have us all back together. Christmas was here, and I was happy just to be alive and that our baby was healthy. Did I mention, she had colic? She was not tolerating the formula and I could not breast feed because I take blood thinners. So, we had to keep trying different types of soy formula/cereal blends until we discovered one that would fill her up and help her sleep longer, yet not upset her stomach. All we wanted for Christmas that year, was a good night's sleep.
By Carrie Partain4 years ago in Families
But Wait...There's More
We arrived at the hospital in Atlanta at 6:00 am on December 20, 1995. The Labor and Delivery Team was prepped and ready for action. My husband and I had the standard "Go Bag" with us, that we'd carefully prepared during the previous month. It had all of the crucial items meant to make our delivery room experience as rel axing as possible. You know, creature comforts. Soothing music for the delivery room, a camera for catching the highlights (waist up only, cause nobody needs to see that). Snacks to sustain the expectant father while he's trying to play coach and avoid fainting. The hand-picked, "going home" outfit for baby and mama. They were Santa inspired, because Christmas was less than a week away.
By Carrie Partain4 years ago in Families
What Happens Now
Weddings are a big deal. Even if you're both just wanting a small intimate setting with just a few close friends and family, it can be a significant undertaking. First there's the matter of details. So many details. Wrangling the guest list and bringing it down to a reasonable number of invitations an be tricky, Particularly when both parties have big families. Nobody wants to hurt people's feelings. Decisions are part invitation part obligation, held together by inevitable frustration. Did we invite too many or too few? Can we afford to host this many? Can we afford not to? You know how cranky uncle Felix gets if he thinks he's missing out. (all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this story are fictitious. No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred).
By Carrie Partain4 years ago in Humans
I Dare You To Love Me
Marriage. Most women think about it. Men do too, though may not so readily admit it. Many of us begin entertaining the idea, at quite an early age. We watch our parents and grand parents, aunts, uncles and even our friends take "the plunge". We observe how couples go about choosing their significant other, the person they just can't do without; their soul mate.
By Carrie Partain4 years ago in Humans
