Believe me, I needed that recharging. We're in the late session now, which means that church starts at 1PM and we don't get home until 4:30 p.m. So today I came racing home, made dinner, took Elisha to some Stake Youth Choir thingy at 5:30, came home and tried very hard not to scream at small children and husband
while I tried to eat my dinner, prepare FHE, get the house clean, and make sure Jacob got his meds before the Carpenter Family came over for FHE at 7:00. Luckily, wonders never cease and I even had 2 minutes to sit down for a second and breathe before the doorbell rang and our guests arrived.
All the time the Carpenters were here holding Jacob and spending our much-needed time together I kept looking over at Jacob and marveling at how much he has begun to grow. He's no longer the itty bitty little baby (although he is still pretty small - still in his newborn clothes!) that used to scream FRAGILE every time you looked at him. He's finally chunking up a little bit, and beginning to take on the look of 'baby'. He doesn't look like he's going to break by merely looking at him any more. And I have begun to think that maybe, just maybe, he will be strong enough for his surgery in just a few short weeks.
The idea of having them open up his chest and work on his heart horrifies me. I'm not quite sure how I am going to react. But at least I've had months to prepare myself emotionally for this event. I'm not stupid enough to think I won't cry when I see him. What I'm shooting for is to just not absolutely freak out and go into uncontrolled sobbing.
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