I don’t even know who dropped off gluten free oatmeal blueberry muffins last night, but thank you.
It was exactly perfect, a breakfast for us in the car after getting everyone showered at 5am!
We made it all the way to the Deaf ward, where we like Mary to visit and where my brother has friends.
The baby can’t go in, so I am in the car with her:
Besides this, the Vivians brought us dinner last night, and the bags was a picnic lunch for our family today, snacks for our trip to Cincinnati, and an oatmeal breakfast ready for the crockpot overnight tonight – which was also exactly perfect for tomorrow.
Tomorrow morning we get up early and have to divide and conquer: Nathan and the kids go to the funeral (where Nathan will play violin for my grandad who loved it so much), while I take Mary and the baby to their pre-op appointments.
I am sick enough myself, and just worn out enough, that I don’t even know who all has helped.
After Nathan and the kids and my brother’s family get out of church, we go to the family viewing for my grandad. It will be good for us to gather, even if so very sad. I am glad, though, for time with my family.
Even if it’s the worst timing for this complicated baby, who stopped breathing again this morning, so we are taking turns with her separately, but doing the best we can with so many things happening at once.
It’s a grey kind of day.