I am ready for some normalcy in my life. I would love to bring my baby home...and have her stay home for 3 weeks in between her procedures (I would take longer, but am trying not to get too greedy here). I am ready to hear good news. I am ready to hear, specifically, that her numbers are dropping consistently and it is a sign that her bile ducts are healing.
I want to get into some type of routine. By routine I mean going for a walk with Luca, working with Luca on her feeding by mouth, getting her into a sleep routine in which she will not be disrupted by someone for bloodwork or vital checks.
I want to go to her clinic appointments without both of our cars packed (because we are always prepared to be admitted). I want to walk away from these appointments hearing good news, with Luca in my arms, and return home.
I want to be able to go grocery shopping weekly instead of getting enough for a day or two (because inevitably if we go grocery shopping, we end up throwing it all away because she gets admitted).
I am so ready for some good news. I am putting it out there into the universe that we need some good news. To keep going, to have motivation, to stay mentally present.
Dear, sweet universe, please.