It is rest time here, time I'd planned to write a poignant post, complete with complicated expressions of my fears and loves. You see, Addie's metabolic screening results have returned with numbers that indicate CF, meaning that we head to the hospital tomorrow for a more diagnostic test and a visit with the pediatric pulmonologist, Rees's doctor for 17 years, to hear how to care for a newborn with CF (Rees was 9 months old and already eating solids.).
But then I noticed that one of the kids had tucked a doll by sleeping Addie before tromping upstairs to rest ~
So I'm all finished. Nothing I write could be better than this. I'm going to curl up close to her. And Jesus. Maybe I'll rest, too.