Our baby girl is sick. She might not get better. I hate to break it to you like that, but we are in the middle of scary testing and I have been by myself this week fretting. Conor has been out of town with a really busy work week – isn’t that always the way? It feels good in a weird way to admit what is happenning.
I hate the questions I had to answer for my very smart five year old tonight. She knows that we are seeing doctors we don’t normally see. I love that she told me to stop crying. I love that she told me she would like to be a school teacher in Paris, a chef or a secret agent.
I will of course keep you posted. But I thought you should know.
We love you all and we love Savannah Jane. She loves you too.