Elevated

We're home! Am so exhausted I can barely lift my fingers to my keyboard, but little O is doing amazingly well. She's sitting up and playing and laughing and being her funny self. The relief has washed me away, I feel like I'm a black and white (or grey, more accurately) cardboard person. I truly believe that everyone's good wishes and prayers helped O and R and I to get through this. Now if all you wonderful people could come over and play with her for an hour so I could sleep, I'd be truly grateful.

More, much more, later.