Timmy is coming home home! I have missed my little buddy so much during the past few days. Although he doesn't freely admit it, when asked he still claims to "not be a big fan" of his baby brother, but I know that Robby has also missed him. My bet is that he sneaks him a kiss when he doesn't think we're looking.
is staying on for a few days to help with Timmy while we gauge my
recovery. I am so fortunate that she is willing and able to help me out this summer. She has never missed a beat in her support and encouragement.
I go to the surgeon tomorrow and I am eagerly anticipating
answers! Although I've tried to avoid thinking about the pathology
report, I am ready to learn the results. I must confess that I'm nervous, teetering on terrified.
Living in limbo is difficult!
I'm expecting good news, but am prepared to face whatever I might
encounter. Until I hear something definitive and to the contrary, I am
choosing to believe that everything is just fine. When I feel weak and scared I think about my boys. They both remind me that I'm a fighter, and that I can handle more than I realize.
meantime, I am going to cuddle and rock my little teether. I can't wait to hold him and see his sweet little face. I may not be able to pick him up and carry him around, but I
am certainly healed enough to assume my position in the rocking chair.