Irony

It's a funny thing.  When I was pregnant with Lillian, before I was put on bedrest, I babysat in my home.  The people's kids I watched gave us a playpen, high chair, and johnny jumper.  How funny is it that five plus years later Lillian is playing in the playpen. ( The oldest usually keeps it down in her room for her dolls. ) We had some family in last night and we set up the playpen in the living room because they have a baby we thought might need it.  Today, all I have done is watch Lillian pile items into the playpen, then point to me and then into the playpen, indicating that I'm supposed to put her in.  Same thing when  she wants out, first she throws everything out and then motions for me to put her in. Was never able to put her in a playpen as an infant and now she's in hog heaven playing in it.  Hilarious.

Friday we had a follow up with ENT.  She thought she looked great...although her entire face was swollen that day.  Today we have a follow up appointmet with Dr Lungs.  I dreamt all night last night that I was lost and couldn't find my way to the office and I kept walking around in circles in a hospital and noone could tell me the right place to go.  Needless to say, I didn't sleep well at all last night and Lillian woke up at 5:27 when her pump starting beeping and I didn't hear it right away.  I dread that drive down there today, I'm tired and its perfect sleeping weather here in IN.  Raining and overcast.  Lillian will likely sleep and then be up super late tonight.   Oh well.  Hopefully we will have a safe drive and the back ups will not be so bad.  They have a major bridge crossing closed down that way, so I usually sit in 20 minutes of back up.