Joe set up Elijah's crib and I'm sleeping a little better at night knowing our lil' guy is going to be here soon.
I saved almost all of Baby Joe's things. It's so sad going through them, but at the same time what can I do. I often have nightmares at night where I just wake up crying and thinking I probably need therapy. TMI?? Probably. But my therapy is God. I just pray and then I feel better. I figure no counselor is better than my Heavenly Father who knows all things and loves me. I want and hope for the best. I want Eli to live. And at the same time I know Heavenly Father knows best, so I just live in nervousness and peace. Ah, my life of conflicting thoughts.
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