Last night Peter was getting a little fussy, so I picked him up and bounced him to sleep. As I was sitting in the chair with him, I nodded off as well because I was exhausted. Too many late nights and early mornings, I guess. I woke up about 45 minutes later with a sleeping baby in my arms. I was reflecting on how much more manageable things look after a good nap, and how lucky we are to have such a beautiful baby and how, while it may be a long road, I know God is big enough to see us through this. And that is when the nurse came in and told us that Peter's platelet counts had gone up.
Best. Nap. Ever.
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