OK, so I'm a bad mother. Bite me! Please do not send baby gifts. Instead, invite me to visit as I heal from this traumatic experience. (Back of the hand on forehead)
For reasons unknown I woke this morning with this song swirling in my head, so I thought it was some kind of message, so enjoy:
While sore, hopefully there is a night of rest before me, It will be very welcomed indeed.
Again, thanks for your comments, suggestions, and prayers. I appreciate you all.
And so it goes.