We’re having a shift change here at home, steadily working our way through the grandparent roster.
Sadly, we have already put Nonna on a plane back to Florida, the promise of “only” ten weeks between visits the solitary thing that kept the collective meltdown at bay.
To ease the sting of her departure was the promise of a whirlwind weekend with the last set of grandparents to meet Erin, and then – hallelujah!!! – the return home with Gramma (aka my fabulous mother-in-law) in tow, and for two weeks, too!
That said, time is fleeting and precious here at The Writer Chic, so today, I’m leaving you with just a taste of pure yumminess, rather than a lengthy post.
Could you not just eat her up?! She is doing so wonderful; we’ve been to the pediatrician twice, and gotten glowing reports both times. She was 5.7 when we left the hospital, was up to 5.13 at 9 days, and was up to a whopping 6.4 at 15 days!
I do have much I want to share about Miss E, and our first few weeks at home. I hope you understand the delay, however, and the need I felt to let Duncan have his time in the spotlight these last several days.
More details, pictures, and general miscellany will appear in upcoming posts – with a happier tune, no doubt. That said, thank you, dear readers, for indulging me these last weeks. For walking the road of grief with me; for honoring my son with the reading of his story. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
PS – I don’t know how else to get this message to her…….
Wendy, you’ve been on my heart. I know your loss is so fresh. If you ever want to chat more, please email me at firstname.lastname@example.org. I’ve wanted to reply to your comments, but there is no email address linked. Please know you and Chad are in my prayers. Big hugs…