Checking In

It has been three days since surgery to fix my broken arm, and we are reunited.

In late January, following a painful slip on the ice that led to an ER visit to check on our growing baby’s well-being (and the well-being of my left arm), I was reminded of what it feels like to have more questions than answers.

Now, we have more answers than questions. We have appointment dates on calendars and a series of next steps. We have documents from doctors and numbers to call. We have friends sending well wishes and offering warm meals.

We have the sun pouring in generously through our front-facing windows, as I tuck bright white newborn socks into the corners of emptied-out drawers and anticipate our second child's arrival. 

Thank you for all of the support shown to our family over the past 12 days. The worries of how we'll navigate what is next have faded with each kind gesture. Hope and love have shared space with one another this week. And gratitude has set in.