It was decided that we would not go directly home after Guinevere left the hospital. We were encouraged to stay close by for the first couple of nights, in case Evvie did have problems. And on Monday Dave officially takes over his new position at work and had already said that he was planning on being in the office that day. Originally my mother-in-law was going to come up to help me care for the children and do all those things that I cannot yet do (such as lift Veda), but God had other plans.
This past Tuesday morning my father-in-law's father (Dave's grandpa) passed away. He was ninety-three, adored my children (and even liked me), and while his death was expected, it is still always hard when the end does finally come. His funeral is tomorrow and this is where Dave's family will be. There was just no way that we could attend services, given our own family's situation. But there will be an additional service at the Veteran's Home (where he was a resident) and we will attend this memorial.
And so, our family has continued to take up residence with my folks, whom have been most supportive. And it was to their house that Evvie was first introduced. She was greeted warmly by both of her sisters.
But as it begins to sink in that Evvie is a permanent fixture, we will see some jealousy begin to emerge (from both our older children). Sylvia sort of understands that Guinevere is now a part of our family and that she will be going home with us. Veda, I do not believe, can yet comprehend that when we go home Guinevere is coming with us. Guinevere is going to be in Veda's house now, a place where Veda has only ever known her mommy and daddy and big sister and pets have ever resided. It will be interesting, to say the least.
Late Tuesday morning Guinevere has her first doctor's appointment. It will be the first time Dave will get to attend one of our girls' first doctor's office visits. He had to work for the other two and my mom had to drive me and my daughter. It is after this appointment that we will return to my parents' house, load the rest of our stuff into the van (including our three girls) and then finally head home-- together as a family of five.
Yes, it is hard. But I cannot complain. I have been given three precious little lives. I often lie in bed at night and feel overwhelmed with gratitude that for some reason I have been entrusted with these amazing daughters. And I am so excited to get to know them and watch them grow and I can only hope and pray that I can have the same positive impact on them as they have already had on me. When it comes right down to it, I love my life. I feel as though I have been blessed far beyond what I deserve.
And so, Lord, thank you for all my blessings, particularly those in the form of my loving husband and three beautiful girls.