Tuesday, February 21, 2006
Sleep is out of the question - I'd have to get up in 3 hours anyway. Not much point, even if I could sleep.
I'm so afraid. Afraid he won't make it, afraid of what he'll go through if he does.
Several people have left comments about how 'strong' I am. I'm not strong, I'm afraid. Afraid to let myself go, afraid that it would be like dumping a bag full of feathers in a wind storm - I'd never get them all back, you know?
So anyway, I've got things to do, gotta find something to do. Keep him in your thoughts and prayers and wishes and, well, whatever it is you do.
Congenital Heart Defect
posted by Erin @
3:05 AM
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