We are home. We were discharged on Day +19. We've been home for quite some time, but I can't remember much other than it's been hard. I haven't felt up to typing much so all of my Elijah updates have been on Facebook. I've been going through spurts of being super mom, but for the most part come up quite short. I feel like when I actually do sleep that I am dead to the world. I thought about taking some Zoloft, but decided maybe I just really need God instead. Or should at least try it out. Adam is busy studying to get his CCDE. He seems like he's in a bit of a fog as well. Dylan has regressed. He has been having accidents which is so completely uncharacteristic of him. He slept walk a few days ago. That was terrifying. Cecilia is emotional, and I feel like our bond isn't as strong and that makes my heart oh so very sad. Faye is doing well. She has cut 6 teeth this month, started crawling, eating food, started babbling, and sleeping through the night.
I might sound really Debbie Downer, and I might actually be or today is just the 11 year anniversary of when my mom passed away. To cancer. I hate you, Cancer.
The Butterfly walk is this weekend, and I'm a little nervous that it's going to be really emotional and that I'm going to be a mess. Keep it together, Zinser.
Okay, that really drained me. I'm done.
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