I have a heavy heart tonight and I'm just in an overall funk. I miss Bella. I'm aching for Tripp. EB sucks.
Other than that, we're doing okay here. Jonah is doing well and recovered fully from his croup after four days or so. We try to do some food by mouth at lunch, and he's been doing okay with that. I can usually get him to eat two to four ounces by mouth, but often times, it's a struggle. He's napping a little longer during the day and sleeping well at night. The pump is still false alarming at night and waking us up, but Jonah is really trying to give us solid sleep.
I'm loving my book/Bible study and I'd talk more about it right now if it weren't for my aforementioned funk. It's hard to talk about how you're learning to love better and bow your life in worship when it's been one of those days when nothing's happened but everything pisses you off. It was one of those days where you open your bathroom cabinet and everything falls out and you say a cuss word and shove it all back in. You scream at all your disorganized crap just because you feel like it's better to take it out on your hair dryer cord and your box of tampons than your family. Although your husband might argue you should have yelled at your q-tips too... he probably thinks he got their share. I don't really know what I'm talking about. I'm just sad and frustrated. But tomorrow is a new day.
And Jonah is THE BEST. I'm serious, y'all. I could not be more in love with this kid. He is the light of my life.
You're smiling, aren't you? It's okay. It can't be helped.