I've been thinking a lot about what I was doing a year ago. It wasn't pretty. This time last year, my PICC line was infected and I was headed for a high fever and a week in the hospital. I was so worried about my 13-weeks-gestation little baby. I'm pretty grateful today for my happy, healthy, roly-poly, almost-six-month-old daughter!
Garry spoiled me with a dozen roses for Valentine's Day. I reciprocated with a kitchen knife and a heart-shaped chicken pot pie for dinner.
The latest iteration of cooperative bath time includes Kate in a bathing chair. She loves it.
I'm down to a two-week wait to see the endocrinologist in Denver. In the mean time, I'm glad to be experiencing far fewer side-effects from my latest drug experiment. It's always a good thing when I don't have to send an SOS text from the kitchen floor.
And finally, the kind assistant director of TAG at the school district has agreed to re-evaluate Gavin for kindergarten on February 27th. Since Gavin came down with a fever right after his ill-fated testing session, she was persuaded that the initial interview was not optimal. We are thrilled for the second chance.