I have mixed emotions. In fact “mixed” is an understatement.
I’m nervous. A broviac is a direct line to her heart. It’s ridiculously important to keep it clean and sanitary. We are talking beyond Clorox wipes.
I’m relieved. It’s been a long time to sleep in uncomfortable places.
I’m thankful. Everyone has shown us so much love in so many ways. (Thanks for cleaning my house! You know who you are!)
I’m hopeful. She’s shown so much progress already.
I’m tired. Enough said.
I’m anxious. I’m ready to squeeze Charlie.
I’m scared. Keeping my child safe is on a whole new level.
Yep, that pretty much sums it up.