I've been in the hospital now for six days. Ingrid came to visit the first day but then my mom took her over to the other side of the state. I can't remember if we've ever been apart for more than a few days. It sucks. Brendan is picking her up tomorrow but she can't even come visit because she's been sick with a stomach virus that's going around and I can't have her get me sick. So another day will go by.
I talked to her every day and it was good and bad. Good because she barely had time for me, she was so busy and having so much fun with Gramma. It snowed over there so she got to make snow angels and go "skiing" (sledding!) and play with dollhouses and toys we don't have at home. It was bad because--she barely had time for me!! Hi mama, I'm playing, bye mama, blow kiss! I know 2 1/2 yr olds aren't the best phone talkers but come on, your ol' mom needs more than that!
No, really I'd rather she is having so much fun with Gramma. I couldn't bear to hear she had been crying the whole time. But I do feel a bit useless. Boohoo, poor me. It's just late and I barely sleep here in the hospital and I miss my girl. And as much as I want to see her tomorrow, I really don't want a stomach virus anywhere near me...I have enough to worry about without adding that!! One day at a time, soon I'll be home again and be lamenting on how hard it is to take care of two, or how she's driving me nuts with her constant energy when I just want a nap.