WWU … My Poor Baby!
My youngest daughter came to visit me at work this weekend. Not exactly in a manner I would have hoped for … but I was able to help care for her AND be her Mom. She got hurt at her job*. Multiple x-rays, stitches and one long microscopic surgery later, and my private-duty patient (and precious hormonal cargo) is on the mend … A special THANKS to my work family for letting me play both roles. Little Sister has a bit of a journey on the nerve-healing/physical-therapy road ahead, but so far she’s been amazing and I am one proud Momma-Nurse. [*Who knew waitressing could be that treacherous!]
So, while I promised not to post a photo of her … I don’t think she’ll mind a quick pic of her boo-boo arm pre-surgery. She is currently napping in a medicated-haze, and all of her requested comfort-foods are nearby.