I’m almost back. Almost me again. Almost to where I can take a deep breath and relax. I can sleep, I can eat normally (as in healthy) again and I can do things for me.
So much has happened, such a huge amount of stress, that I wonder what gives me the strength to get through it all. Friends, faith. Maybe it’s just how I roll. I don’t have the option to collapse or even wilt, so I don’t.
I have a lot of thoughts up in my head and I am finding them hard to articulate into any sort of blog-worthy post. I’ve lost my blog “muchness”, to quote the Mad Hatter. (Have you seen Alice in Wonderland yet? It is awesome.)
Anyway…
My daughter had her baby on March 9th. I’ll post more on that later, but the short story is baby weighed 7 pounds 2 ounces, very close to what the perinatologists estimated. My daughter had a hard time of it and baby has had an extended stay in the NICU. In fact, she’s still there but hoping to be home by Easter – pray, pray, pray!
On top of supporting my daughter with her baby – because she has no one else but her sister and me – there was a party to be given for my mom’s 90th birthday. Parties for my mom are never quiet or dull, so in true fashion this needed to be a grand affair – or as grand as I could make it given all the circumstances.
I relied heavily on friends to pull it off, but we did.
All the while, there was work – my paying job, that thing that pays my mortgage – to also be done. And somehow I managed that as well.
I’ll blog about the party and the baby as I get my energy back, but for now, I just thought I’d say hello.
At my mom’s party:
left to right: the new mommy, my mom, and me.
Missing is my oldest. 
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