Atomictumor

I’m trying to type quietly, because Pigpen is sleeping in Mommy’s bed about 5 feet away.  We didn’t have enough beds for everybody, and we’re doubling up.  MastaG is too much of a kicker, he is banned.  I don’t really want to share the bed with the kid, because last night I kept thinking G was GAC (minds out of the gutter, people), and that I was dreaming this.  Thats not a good realization to make.

We’re still the same at the hospital, no improvement, no slide.  A few days like this, with no drops in vitals, and we may be out of the woods.  GAC was restless.  I think she wanted to be alone.  Maybe she just wants it to stop.  The only thing keeping her alive is her will, and I don’t know.

I don’t know.

Sorry, not much to say tonight.  I want it to be over so very badly, but this is going to go on for a very, very long time.

My sweet BJ.  Baby, I love you so much.  You are my everything.  Sleep well.

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