i am recently coming off a day that has been a true life nightmare. wait. well yes the day itself a nightmare, but the week (or so) leading up to it. frick. brutal.
we come home from hospital with baby on lights. boo.
after more days that we have ever been apart i come home to my sweet dash, and he has the pukes. boooo.
on our way to baby noa's apointment to have her blood bili level checked, car runs out of gas at crazy busy intersection. boooooooo.
baby is still on lights all weekend long. booooooooooooooo.
i get a random infection in an uncomfortable area that has to be immediatly opened and drained and keeps me from getting around and on antibotics for 10 days, and while i am there find some things aren't doing what they are supposed to post birth, so i have to take a pain inducing medication to make sure they do.
boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo.
not going to lie friends. this has been tough. i am exhaused.
i am waiting for all of this to just stop.
i feel an overall ick. i feel so sad that i cannot hold my sweet baby when ever i want.
i feel like poor dash's life has been flipped upside down, and in all honesty at this moment in time, like i have failed him.
i know tomorrow is a new day. and truly in time this will all be a memory. but for today. thank you for reading. thank you for letting me boo-hoo. thank you for tolerating this debbie downer post. and thank you for knowing me well enough by now to truly understand today is just a bad day in lindaville, tomorrow will be better.
boo.
