Hiccups

I hate 'em.

It’s an exasperating thing. Every 12 to 17 seconds or so your body shakes violently. You go to sleep and then wake up with them again. But it takes a while to get to sleep, and the entire bed and subsequently, your spouse, is subjected to the aforementioned shaking.

And it’s especially bothersome and a complete pain in the patoot when this goes on for up to three days at a time.

No, I’m not going to wear an oxygen mask to bed. Been there, done that, would prefer to never do it again. Too much experience with that. Admittedly, some of it life-saving, but none of it pleasant.

I write about hiccups after having visiting our beautiful grand-daughter Norah, whom, as Marshall has stated seems to get the hiccups constantly. Marshall has mastered the “football hold”, which helps to both calm her when she’s fussy, and seems to have some effect in relieving the hiccups. There are actual medical reasons for this hold, but I know it still freaks out some people when they see a new parent - and for some inexplicable reason, especially a father – hold a very fresh baby this way. Hey – if the doc says it’s a good thing, I’ll go with the medical opinion and ignore public opinion.

Meanwhile, Norah continues to possibly be the most beautiful baby in the world. Both my shoulder and my elbow are missing her being there. Grandma Wiley, enjoy every minute you can holding her!

Much love,
Jay (aka Grandpa Kole)