G.I. Part Three!

Poor Masie had to get her blood drawn due to her throwing up the last few days. It was horrible. I held her while the lab tech. searched with her needle. I felt irrationally upset. I calmly talked and sang to Masie while inside I was ready to cry myself. I wanted to take the needle out and run! So crazy, these mommy instincts to protect, and also the strong empathy, the desire to fix everything. Anyway, hopefully, tomorrow brings her a day where her food stays where it is supposed to.

I feel fine today and have even dropped a pant size! I am trying to look at the positive side after all. Kat is better, I just talked to her, and Garland and Heath never got it! Crazy! Good immune systems, I guess.

I need to get to sleep early; my girl is making up her lost calories with night time feedings. I would rather sleep all night, but I don't mind really. Her warm, little body is sweet to cuddle with in the middle of the night.

Sometimes at night
in the tangled web of darkness
I imagine pouring rain and an open screened porch
facing a muddy driveway
and thick green branches bending down
heavy with the rain
I imagine the porch has hanging potted plants
and the air smells like summer dirt
and the floppy hat on the swing on that porch
is my own
and so is the quiet lull of the pouring rain