It is late. I am utterly and totally exhausted. I ache in places that I had forgotten I had, but I want to go on record as saying that regardless of what tomorrow brings (and I'm pretty sure it's going to suck, big time!) it will have been well worth it all.
There was lots of stressful, excitement. There was wine, there was wheat pasta (with my special home made kick ass, meatball and sausage sauce). And there was lots of wonderment (on my part! for the "AWE," that is Max!
For the first time ever Max held his arms up to me, looking to be picked up and by golly I scooped him up!
I gave him his bottle, held him, kissed his head a thousand times and rocked him until he (and almost me too) was fast asleep.
For a few short hours I was just Grandma.
Not sick with PMR/GCA Grandma. Not tired, cranky, whacked out on steroids Grandma. Not flat out on the couch Grandma... nope, I was just normal, laughing, loving, hugging, kissing Grandma, and I liked every second of it! I think Max liked it too.
Oh, for sure, I will pay for it tomorrow... and maybe the day after that as well... but I can tell you right now, it was worth every second.