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March 2007 - Volume 3 - Issue 9

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Publisher’s Note

That Was the Week That Was … (a.k.a. The Big Chill)

The Felix family began 2007 with the "best of beginnings" — the birth of our second grandchild, Karter Preston Felix. He wasn't due until February 18th, but much like his impatient big sister Mackenzie, he decided to throw himself a surprise birthday party and show up early. To say that we were unprepared would be the grossest of understatements. When Josh and Kristen called us on Sunday night to tell us that they were on their way to the hospital, we hung up and stared at each other for a solid 4 minutes in shock and numbing exhaustion. But determined to leave early the following Monday morning, we rallied and began to race around the house throwing together piles of clothes, office supplies, and "dog stuff" in a scene that could only be likened to "Ricky and Lucy get ready to go to the hospital."

We arrived in Atlanta 10 hours later looking like the Beverly Hillbillies, our car piled high with warm clothes, all of our home office not to mention Gabby, our 40 lb, 9 month old Golden Doodle. By the time we got to the hospital, all the excitement was over, Kristen was looking fabulous as always (how does that girl do it?) and Karter was looking ... well just perfect. And then there was the new Dad — Josh who instead of coaching Kristen through labor, had spent 12 hours in a fetal position on the couch in her room with a stomach virus. Green never was Josh's best color, but more about the "killer virus" later.

We were "lucky" enough to be able to stay at my brother-in-law Bob's house which the family has not so affectionately nicknamed "The Igloo." (It's known as "The Sauna" in the summer.) You see, when it comes to using utilities, including heat, air, water or electricity, Bob believes that "less is more." Unfortunately, Atlanta was in the midst of a cold wave, so we spent 8 long nights sleeping in sweatshirts, socks, even letting Gabby sleep with us. (I learned that in a survival course — anything to get through the night without hypothermia.) At first I was afraid to go to sleep, fearful that I wouldn’t wake up, and then I was so cold, I didn't care. Still, it's hard to complain about our free accommodations because they came complete with a stocked refrigerator, bulldog and poodle playmates for Gabby, not to mention my sister-in-law Bobbie, who is definitely the closest thing in our family to Martha Stewart or Julia Child.

So, imagine all of this going on, complicated by the threat of the dreaded "24 hour virus." No, it didn't miss any of us, jumping from Josh, to Kris' parents Harvey and Bernie, to me and ultimately to Carol. By the middle of the week, Bob and Bobbi were making us use the downstairs entrance and disinfecting the handrail that led upstairs every 30 minutes. Luckily, most of the arrangements for the Bris were complete by the time Carol succumbed, because, if not, we would definitely have been eating bagels without cream cheese and tuna sans forks. The day of the Bris arrived and blessedly, no one was overtly ill; although in retrospect, we probably should have hung a sign on the door "Enter at Your Own Risk." Karter came through like a champ, ably assisted by his great grandfather Ralph who was in charge of the pacifier and the wine. The Felix-Kart clan spent the day beaming, (still too queasy to do any eating) feeling very lucky that we had such a happy event to celebrate.

On the morning of our departure, our odyssey to the frozen North at a close, the virus struck again. But a very determined Carol shoved some Immodium at me and threw me in the backseat with you guessed it, the golden doodle. Carol, quite simply had had it, wasn't going to freeze one more day, didn't care what I did in the back seat as long as I kept quiet and didn't bother her. We made it home and 2 weeks later have just about recuperated.

It was a whirlwind week, and as I look back on it, despite the virus, and the cold, and the dog eating Bob’s door, it was really a week filled with the blessing that a new little person brings into our family. Wishing you all a good 2007 and I think I've decided that in the winter, I'll just have the grandchildren come down here to visit me!

Charles Felix, Publisher

You can reach Charles Felix at sflahospitalnews@aol.com.
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