D and I are visiting family in Louisiana and Texas this week.
It feels so weird to travel on the cusp of RSV season. This time last year we had already been in strict isolation for a month because he wasn’t gaining weight and hernia surgery was looming.
Yesterday, D got to meet his only first cousin. She’s 4, and they are both only children. They played together very well despite the age difference.
It’s really hard for me to live so far away. I’ve always been close to my parents, sister & brother. Then we grew up in a small town so there are other folks I miss tons as well.
In addition to the emotional cousin meet, we had to go through some things of my granny’s. Another reminder of NICU days. She passed away 2 weeks before D was born.