Getting through that night was horrible. D arrived home with the Littleman. I tried to stay strong so I wouldn’t scare Littleman, but it was too hard. “Mommy sad?” he asked.
I was told that I couldn’t eat in the morning before my surgery so I had to try to force myself to eat something before bed that night. It was awful. Everything tasted like sawdust. Sleep never came and I lay in bed all night wondering how this happened and where we would go from here.