The surgeons are saying that we could be out of here in two days. I’ll believe it when it happens, but it’s nice to hear. We are both going stir-crazy…in our own separate ways.
Heather is sensory-deprived, I’m sensory-overloaded. She sits in a little room with nothing to do but take care of her baby who’s hooked up to a bunch of wires (and who sleeps most of the day). I’ve been at home with four girls 6 years old and under destroying the house while following me around asking me to do things for them (don’t get me wrong, they are sweethearts).
This has all just been a testament to why the family is supposed to stick together. Sure, we’ve survived this rough patch of our lives without each other…but I tell you one thing:
We’re better together.