I’ve been in labor all weekend. Not the kind that I experienced 19 years ago with my oldest son – but labor nonetheless.
Johnny is coming home on Tuesday. I’ve spent all weekend and several weekends before that getting his bedroom ready, living through a bathroom remodel, trying to get school services in place, locating all the doctors and therapists he will need, buying the foods and drinks he will need, and searching for a vehicle solution that will accommodate his wheelchair.
I’m exhausted. But there is one more task left to complete. Monday night, the night before I become a mother of five not four, I will go and buy a bunch of balloons and make a welcome home sign to surprise him as he and his social worker pull into our driveway at 11am. I will make sandwiches and cookies to serve for lunch to the two social workers, the foster parents, and Ronnie. I will have all his clothes washed and hung up and his bedroom ready, including the Incredible Hulk perched on his pillow!
Wish me luck! It’s almost time to push this baby out, and then the real fun begins!
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