I am not the Mom Trish is.
I apologize for not writing something sooner. The fact is that I have learned that Trish is a much better Mom than I am. I don't know how she does it. I really don't know how she gets the time to write those wonderful posts that she writes. I have held and rocked that Gherkin all day long. I only put her down a few times just long enough to go to the bathroom. I now know why when I talk to Trish at night I often find she has not eaten anything. You don't get a chance. All of the nurses are telling me they don't know how Trish does it either. I was walking around the room holding Ash and even though she is a Gherkin, she is not a tiny Gherkin anymore. She weighs almost 20 pounds now. I know she will be glad to see her Mom walk through those doors tonight. I have enjoyed my time with her. She is really great and full of personality. I know when she learns to talk she is going to be even more of a mess than she is now.
I am concerned for her tomorrow. She will have a busy day. They will do surgery on her to place the new central line and then she will begin Chemo. However, as concerned as I am I think she will do well. I believe and hope I am right, that the hard parts are behind her. Trish should be back in Omaha around 11:30. I think she had a pretty good weekend with Blake and Allie. I bet it was great for them to have her there. I am going to head back in the room and check on that little pickle now.