She called at 2:45 this morning, waking in the night, “Daddy! Daddy!” Bri initially went to her, then I came down and took over, because I could. She cuddled right in to my arms and we rocked and rocked and rocked, and I wondered at the beautiful snugness of her. How big she has grown in just three weeks. Her little arms wrapping around me and patting my back in rhythm with our rocking. After a while, I put her back in her bed. “May you pwease sit next to me?” She whispered. So I did. Then I went back to bed and heard her 4 hours later calling, “Mommy! Mommy!” She knew it was the day.
We have all hugged and cuddled and danced and played. So far today I have already been a horse, a dancing queen, a pretend mommy (not sure how that’s different from a real one, but I really don’t care), and it’s not even 9:00 a.m. I let Bri sleep in, and I made breakfasts and packed lunches and changed diapers and it has been wonderful.
We are calling it our Celebration Day (and no, it’s not because Tatiana didn’t get into the top 12 of American Idol, although that IS cause for celebration). Ash wants to go to Dave’s for supper (surprise, surprise), and Bear wants cupcakes and balloons and Bella just wants me to paint her nails.
And me? I just want to be with my babies all day long.
So I’m going to!
(Update: My appt. w/ the oncologist went well on Tuesday. She was pleased with my blood numbers. I have a diagnostic test on this coming Tuesday to check for breast cancer recurrence (the first 2 years are the highest risk of recurrence, and I’m at 18 months.) If all is clear, then I move into maintenance mode rather than treatment mode. I’m so ready.)