Wednesday morning at 5:30 AM, I woke my six year old treasure from a very deep sleep so that she could have a minor surgery at the U. Daddy had to tend to the needs of the other girls at home as getting them up and off to school, as well as caring for Molly Kate, is a task that is hard to pass off to anyone else. As a result, I headed by myself with Jillian to the U for her procedure. Never, never did I imagine almost five years ago now when we were first home that I could ever, ever do this alone with this girl. When we were first home, my Jilly was so completely broken that she was unable to handle anything, anywhere outside of our home without an army of us to handle her. Seriously, Sean would consult with doctors while I ran with a screaming baby to the car after an exam. The screaming and out of control thrashing would last long after the exam ended because of our poor baby's fear and inability to trust anyone.
A Life Donated: Part 3
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