Leo Clement

Post ictal cub Fact: Epilepsy has been around for a very long time. Seriously, there are Egyptian hieroglyphics depicting people suffering from epileptic fits. Many famous people had/have epilepsy, think Napoleon Bonaparte, Teddy Roosevelt, Van Gogh, Michelangelo, Neil Young, Prince, Dany Glover, Hugo Weaving, Susan Boyle...etc etc etc.  Fact: Back in the good old days, way back...the time when people were burnt at the stake for having a weird looking mole, people with epilepsy were considered to be possessed by demons. As you can imagine, it was a toss up what got to them first, epilepsy or an angry torch wielding mob. Fact: The word epilepsy can be traced back to the 16th century. The Greek words epi (upon) and lambanein (take hold of) grew together to make epilambanein which it turned into epilepsia, and then formed into the word we use today: epilepsy. Fact: Epilepsy is the 4th most common neurological problem – only migraine, stroke, and Alzheimer’s disease occurs more

So you guys know that September is the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) awareness month right?  Yeah, I didn't know either.  Every month there is some disease or disorder that we should worry, promote, and be aware about...so after awhile all that awareness stuff gets tiring... But this is the first time I've heard of an awareness month for a place, rather than a physical condition. What's up with that? How come we need an awareness month for a section of the hospital? We have an awareness month for breast cancer, not the cancer ward itself...so why the NICU? I'm pretty sure there is a preemie dedicated month, and one for every other condition that may have put the infant in the NICU in the first place, so why the preferential treatment? After thinking about it for awhile, the only reason I could come up with for the need of this awareness of a place, is that the place itself has inherent issues that people (especially potential NICU parents) should be aware

Sometimes I think I have seven years worth of words to say about you, seven years worth of patience to practice with you, seven years worth of fear to face with you, seven years worth of growing to measure, seven years worth of rules to break. I sometimes feel that seven years worth of changes, is seven years too much, but also too little. Seven years worth of you, is more than I expected, and so much less than I desire. Seven years worth of becoming better.  Seven years worth of you. Happy Seven years, my dear little lion man.  '

It has been a long time...maybe the longest since I have written to you all last. This blog has meant many different things to me over the past seven years, in fact, it has taken as many different manifestations as its subject matter, Leo the little lion! Not so little anymore, in a couple weeks he will be seven years old.  And so will this blog!  It is amazing to think back to the frightening beginning of it all, and to realize that never in a hundred years could I have pictured myself now, sitting and typing this post at my sunny kitchen table, in my own house, while the early morning sounds trickle in from the open porch door and mingle with the voices of my children in the other room. Not one child, as we all thought seven years ago, but two.  Seven years ago, Leo was not going to live to his first birthday. He was not going to be able to talk sweetly to his big sister, as I hear him doing right now. Though I'm sitting in the other room, I can picture them both clea

This photo does not accurately represent the sunny day average. Which in total has been 4. As in 4 days total. This picture was taken on one of those days...Notice Leo's single tear of joy. Well, here it is, the spring we've all been gasping for and the forecast is predicting three weeks of rain.  The vitamin D deprivation has eased into the bottom of the chart and put its feet up for a long stay.  This morning Leo categorically refused to swallow the spoonful of vit D infused and incredibly fancy and also incredibly expensive fish oil that I have pinned all our future happiness upon. As I sat there next to him, watching the stuff gently dribble out of his mouth and pool in his lap, where no doubt the incredibly fancy and expensive oil will make an equally incredible and lasting stain, and which because of I will have to change his whole outfit, making us yet again late for school, I wondered about the fallacies of life. This oil was supposed to make it all better by

Those of you who practice yoga may know what it means to "open the heart." Even though at first it sounds like something one does purely with the brain or the emotions, it is actually something you do with your whole body. It is when, usually in a physically challenging pose, one stretches out with the front body, reaching with the heart outwards, pulling away from the back, and sending the ribcage forward into space. Yoga is an incredibly easy vehicle for metaphors, mostly because what we do with our body impacts every aspect of our life. No really, stop and think about it. Our body is what makes us, us, right? It is our body; made up of billions of teeny parts which were dictated by some random gene pattern which then in turn created the person who we see each day in the bathroom mirror. We are given some semblance of control over this body that was given to us by the function of our brain. The brain tells the body how and where to move through space and time. How we opera