A few minutes ago as I lay in bed with Sophia, she asked, "Is Georgia still sick?" and "Will she die in your tummy?" She also said, "Last week at Sharon's house, we prayed for God to help Georgia get better." Oh man, I was doing okay all weekend, but this conversation brought it all back--those emotions and fear--which are not completely gone; not by a long shot.
Earlier today I was thinking about the things I won't forget about last week. Things like... The painful intensity of my fear and worry. I've never felt like that before and I can't stand the thought of feeling that way again... How I felt like I was going to faint even before the doctor came right out and said there is something wrong... The wonderful support and heart-warming messages and calls we received from so many family members and friends so quickly... Neil's quiet strength and optimism... The way the doctor shook my toe and looked at me when he came into the ultrasound room on Thursday morning, as if to say 'hang in there'. And then later when he said, "It's you and me from now on." which I knew meant he'd be my doctor for the rest of this pregnancy... The reassuring smiles from Glenys as we listened to the doctors discuss the situation... My Mom taking the day off work and coming to Regina to be with us, even though I said she didn't have to... so many things.
