Last night, Steve sent me the following picture via cell...
And, just like that, he single-handedly cured my fear of flying. The thought of my baby-girl laying in an Emergency Room without me was the most sickening feeling on the planet. The kind of feeling that produces irrational thoughts like "I AM NEVER LEAVING HOME AGAIN FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!!!!" The kind of feeling that makes you curse your own existence for not being there to hold her, rub her back, stroke her hair, tell her that it will be ok...
She will be fine. And I am in the airport at the moment waiting to board the plane that will take me home to her... I won't be home early enough to see her tonight... But tomorrow she will get all the hugs (and popsicles) that she wants... Sponge Bob ALL DAY? You bet, kiddo! Cookies for dinner? ABSOLUTELY!!
(PS - Kudos to Steve, who certainly had his hands full this week...)
Oh my gosh!!! What happened? Hope she's okay, give her some hugs from me and call me when you have time. Love you, miss you!
Posted by: stacy | April 18, 2009 at 08:38 AM
hope she is okay :(. she looks so tiny in that big bed! Poor baby. Hope your flight lands early.
Posted by: kelly k. | April 17, 2009 at 08:04 PM