Well, after 67 days total I reached my breaking point. I'm pretty sure the week of not sleeping has made it all way more worse than it actually is... It's crazy how no sleep changes everything. I've had a week full of home health training, begging Muffy to eat like she did last week, and did I mention we haven't slept......
Today tears fell with the reality and fear that we were leaving the bubble on Tuesday. So many iv meds, oral meds, butt meds.... You get my point. Uncle Alan passed away three years ago today, and it's September 11th (really shouldn't be crying because I have Madison).
I decided I had two options... 1. Keep crying or 2.start asking for help.....
Of course God has given Ryan and I great resources so now a few hours later the load is looking manageable.
A good friend came today and made me laugh, which is beyond what I needed... She also brought two cinnamon rolls from Open door and I really needed those!!!!!
My mom had a customer that sent me three verses that kept me focused.... And then Madison and I got a 30min nap in.....
Here is to embracing today as a lesson learned and a new day tomorrow.