2 years of insanity

Sometimes I get the impression that people don't understand what I mean when I say that our life is crazy. In the last 24 months:

• my mother files for divorce and moves out of my childhood home.
• we walk out of Christmas morning festivities because my brother can't stop being insulting
• my car breaks down, twice - once while we're out of state
• the transmission went out on the van, resulting in us buying a new car, because the repairs were 3 times the value of the van (then again, I work for a car company, and I never liked that van anyway)
• 10 weeks of morning sickness from hell, bordering on requiring hospitalization
• Big Oak's grandfather passed away
• blood pressure issues in pregnancy lead to pre-eclampsia, and then to HELLP, with Acorn delivered by emergency C-section after a failed induction at 27 weeks.
• Found out our baby girl was a boy, and would need surgery to repair a birth defect of his parts
• Acorn has had 3 surgeries and one bronchial scope under anesthesia.
• Acorn got all the way to nasal cannual, almost ready to come home, and then suffered a respiratory crash
• I get to breastfeed, finally, but only 3 weeks before he crashed. I was already fighting to keep any supply at all at that point, and it really was the beginning of the end for pumping.
• Big Oak was struck by a car while crossing the street, one very short block from our house. His leg was badly broken, and he had to be completely off of the leg until after Christmas.
• Our house was broken into, while we were home, right before that Christmas. I confront the intruder - he gets my laptop, but I get his coat, which turns out to have his parole officer's name, phone number, and his appointment times on a slip of paper in his pocket.
• Acorn battles oral aversions - when he's allowed to eat post trach, it makes him gag.
• Acorn comes home, but is hospitalized 3 times in the next 10 weeks - 2 of those for RSV, one of them including transport by ambulance.