I held Miss Emily Ann a lot. A lot. She is a tiny little peanut of a baby & so sweet and new and tiny. Did I mention she was tiny? And beautiful. I loved getting to spend so much time with her. I also got to spend some time with Ashley and Ethan. That was a treat. Oh yeah – I also saw my sister and her husband. But it’s really not about them anymore, is it?
I visited with my Mom as well. It was emotional for both of us. She’s tired of being in the hospital, feels trapped, and feels alone. I don’t blame her. She’s sad that she couldn’t be there when Emily was born. She feels like she’s never going to get better. When I told her that I’d be coming down again for her birthday – and bringing the kids – she told me no. We’re both crying with me telling her not to give up, that I still need her. It was hard. Really. Hard. It’s a good thing I don’t drink and drive… ’cause I realllly wanted a beer after that visit. (I bought some at the store & had some when I got to their house)
I cooked dinner for my sister and family that night. I also made some baked ziti for them to have for a few days, if necessary. (my husband was surprised to hear about all this cooking – don’t tell him about the cleaning up part too, okay?)
I drove home Saturday in almost exactly five hours. Not too bad of a drive. (don’t worry, I left the beer at my sister’s house. Now that she has three kids – she needs it more than I do)
Holding the newborn made me think about having another baby.
It took me about 10 seconds to shake it off. I’m better now.