It’s been a long day. Justin woke up in a fabulous mood this morning and we nursed. I hated leaving him, but he’s been doing fine with his dad so I can’t really worry too much. I left work early to go to the chiropractor but got stuck in traffic and had to reschedule the appointment. By the time I got home, I had a migraine. Fortunately, Justin was sleeping and didn’t wake up until after the migraine had passed. At one point I was sitting on the floor of the bathroom hoping to vomit. I didn’t but it still wasn’t much fun.
As soon as I was feeling better and we had eaten, we went to see my grandmother. She’s been declining again and Dad called last night to tell us that he thinks this may be it. Unlike before, she’s not fighting and seems to be at peace. She’s not eating and seems pretty depressed, although having visitors, especially babies, cheers her up. I know that she was holding on until Justin was born. It was hard to watch at times, but I know it was important to her to see all of her great-grandchildren. I have a cousin who was married this past weekend, and there aren’t any more family events on the near horizon, so I think she may be really saying goodbye this time.
Oh, and my father has a job and seems to be at least starting to get back on his feet, so I’m sure her mind is resting easier there too. Honestly, the job is rather odd (it’s retail, but his boss isn’t the most dependable person) and I know he’s still drinking, but it doesn’t look like he’s going to suddenly leave and he is starting to take some pride in himself again. Anyway, it’s probably time.