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.


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