I didn’t have a chance to update yesterday.
It was a busy day.
It was a GOOD day!
The previous night was restless and emotional for me. Tim was unable to keep his tube feeds down. I was consumed with mummy-guilt, questioning how I could possibly have avoided this unexpected, unwanted introduction to life in the big, wide world for him.
I woke in the morning, exhausted with puffy eyes from a night of crying, to the news that he still wasn’t tolerating tube feeds.
I wasn’t feeling optimistic about the day ahead.
Then throughout the day, all this happened…