My wife is away, at Käringön. That’s a wonderful little island outside of Orust, on the west coast of Sweden. She is there with some girlfriends – eating, drinking and enjoying life. Well deserved.
I’m at home with the boys. After the obligatory "yhhs yhhs" with "oh-oohn" and "inn-inn" (Friday cozy night with pop corn and pretzels – in Abbe language), I put the two boys to bed, poured myself a glass of wine and watched the future stars of Idol 2007.
Just as I sat down in front of the computer with the second glass of Friday wine, to write a bit on the blog, I hear what sounded like a dog barking, coming from upstairs. Abbe has got croup.
First time he had it we had to stay at the hospital for a couple of days, him and I. The second time we spent half the night in a waiting room at the Pediatric A&E, with the front door wide open (cold air is good for croup, in case you didn’t know).
And now?
About this blog.
Abbe is the greatest little character. A fighter with a congenital heart defect. A sweetheart with a chromosomal aberration. These are my memos and thoughts from Abbes birth and on.
.... If you want to follow us from day one, please scroll to the bottom of the blog - to mid-March 2005.
....The postings are currently being translated from Swedish to English. Eventually we will reach todays date.
.... Then you can read it from the top, like a usual blog. About an unusual boy.
.... If you want to follow us from day one, please scroll to the bottom of the blog - to mid-March 2005.
....The postings are currently being translated from Swedish to English. Eventually we will reach todays date.
.... Then you can read it from the top, like a usual blog. About an unusual boy.
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What does it mean?
"Heja Abbe & Brorsan" is Swedish and translates roughly into "Go Abbe & Bro". I didn't translate it because I kind of like the header the way it is.
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