Yesterday (Monday) was an impossible day. I'm not sure how I made it to Tuesday. Here's how it went.
Prologue: At 10pm Sunday night, we had to rush my MIL to the ER because she was losing mental function. They scanned her brain and found cancer there, too.
7:30 am: My husband and I visit the OB for our ultrasound (I'm 17 weeks) and diagnostic screening. Everything looks great. It's a boy. We're calling him Edward. Here's a 3-D ultrasound, which is both cool and weird at the same time:
I made my next appointment with my favorite midwife; we are overjoyed that our son will have a baby brother. My husband goes to work.
11:00 am: I meet my sister-in-law at the hospital after she drove down from D.C. Things with my MIL are way worse than we thought. I give my MIL the print out of the ultrasound images and she shows them to everyone who comes in the room. So proud.
1:00 pm: We meet with my MIL's doctor and she tells us we're looking at "days to weeks."
3:30 pm: We meet with the hospice coordinator with my FIL and it's the saddest effing thing I've ever done.
6:00 pm: We move my MIL to the most beautiful hospice home in the world. The second saddest effing thing I've ever done.
8:00 pm: My husband and I go to visit my MIL at her new home. I leave him in the room alone with her and wait. Then I take him outside to the porch to sit in rocking chairs and cry.
And that's it. My impossible day. Such joy and sadness, all at the same time.
Thanks for listening, folks.
I promise I'll talk about knitting again, soon. I've already made a sweater for Edward. I made it blue (back when the baby was still Rose-Edward), because I just had a feeling. I'll show you next time.