One of the many new vocabulary words I’ve picked up in the last three months is labile. When a bunch of medical people are anxiously gathered around a monitor that is alarming with extremely low or high numbers, The Wife will say something like, “well, his SATs are fairly labile,” or, “his breathing is rapid at times– he’s quite labile,” and everyone will relax a little. It means variable and subject to change, or so I’ve gathered.
Kind of like our days. Yesterday (and the ninety or so before it), we drove a lot and carted a bunch of stuff around. Today, not so much. And even within the days, there is much variablity. Yesterday, we jockeyed our schedule for two important appointments. Today, no one crossed any thresholds. I jumped out of bed this morning at 9:30 or so to a three-alarm emergency. Then, this afternoon, it was strangely quiet, and The Wife and I had to jockey for computer time. But in the early evening, the house was shrill with the sounds of crying babies. Will might eat 45ml (a new record!), or he might sleep through a feed, or he might eat 10 and throw up 5. One hour I’m starving and haven’t a minute to eat, and the next I’m thinking, “I should read a book!”
So we’re trying to ride these labile waves: to rest when we can, and work when we must, and stay calm when everything is coming apart at once.