Oops...!

Dear Nicky,

Gosh is my face red. Yesterday I got all teary and mopey, but it turns out I was off by a day. It was one year ago today when Dr. Hedley said your femurs were measuring short, which sent us spiraling out of control into a world we knew nothing about. So kindly excuse last night's post, or better yet, read it today.

This morning I couldn't sleep. I was wickedly uncomfortable, both mentally and physically, and it felt like I was under demonic assault. I've been up since about 3:30 or so. This afternoon we went to see Doc Slushie (not his real name of course, but everybody's got a codename in my universe), and he checked you out down below. Everything looked great and he seemed really kind and solicitous about our overall experience. It was a long day for you. When we got home, you pounded an eight ouncer, then were out like a light. I hope you sleep through the night. Tomorrow we go see Dr. Solo. I hope we get some clearcut and definitive statement like, "You don't have to worry about this anymore."

Love,
Dad