Now I'm being inundated by little Elsa's.
It's good to be home.
Babygirl is still headache free, and she an I spent much of the day outdoors, without sunglasses, raking leaves and tearing down the garden. We harvested 30 pounds of green tomatoes. We found some lettuce hiding beneath them, one lonely cucumber clinging to the dead vines, and a dozen peppers. There are still herbs, kale, and broccoli out there but they are all frost tolerant ones.
I'm exhausted. Nearly 800 miles of driving, four nights in beds that aren't my own (two on a pull out chair smaller in width than the average coffin and likely less comfortable). Three nights with a kid who was so overhydrated that she needed to get up at least once an hour, unplugging the IV pole (conveniently plugged in directly above my head for one night). One night with the IV beeping every half hour. Loudly. I think it might be kinder to just keep someone up all night than to let them think they just might get some sleep.
It was worth it. It was worth it to see the nurses and doctors suddenly see my Babygirl emerge from under the blankets, out of the dark, into the land of the conversant and confident.
And I have to tell you, being in a place that 'gets' what it's like to have a headache is amazing. NO one comes in loudly. NO one comes in and flips on a light, ever. The dimmer switches were an awesome, amazing thing, making it possible to go gently from dark to light as tolerated. And having window blinds that allow you to let in only as much light as you can bear is a gift beyond price. Babygirl has been living in the dark with her headache for the better part of 6 weeks.
Praise be to God for the Light.
DeeDee
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