Is it Thursday?

The calendar says that it is Thursday. Thursday, but I couldn't tell you the date if you tried to beat it out of me. Ivey's already beaten you to the punch, literally. Our girl came home on Tuesday afternoon. Orders were written and we waited for Matt to drive to the hospital to follow us home considering that the temp was just of 32 F. Of all the weeks for snow to be in the forecast. Since arriving home it has been the mental swing back into a schedule that we have not experienced since the days of Ivey's trach and the physical snap of organizing, pulling up meds, administering meds and fighting fatigue. Oh, and also trying to be a present mom to two boys I have missed desperately are part of the mix. The realty check reminds me that Matt and I are a great team. Ivey's swelling is down significantly; however, I can't say the same for her pain. And to think, there are many more days ahead of us. Where we have been through many proced...