So, tonight Little Fish cried herself to sleep. Why? Because I made her wear the full-face mask for her Nippy. She doesn't like that one; she can't suck her thumb. But she's got a sore on her cheek and an ulcer on her lip and her face needs a break from the nasal mask. So she had to just deal with it.
And then Mog cried herself to sleep. Why? Well, she's going through another "I must grizzle until I drop off" phase, but she also seems uncomfortable. Four movicol induced code browns can't be helping with that; her abdomen has wrinkles where it's finally deflating. Not fun. But, not much we can do about that either.
Friends in Florida are watching their son undergo surgery to replace a blocked shunt.
Friends locally said a final goodbye to their young son this afternoon.
And friends living somewhere between Florida and here have had the security pulled out from underneath them, and just been informed that the end of life plans they'd made for their child may not be allowed to happen that way.
Putting that in context; I have two daughters, both home, both currently in reasonably good health, both tucked up in bed and asleep. I am blessed.
Excuse me; I feel the need to eat a big bowl of pasta.