The festive season over my father had another doctor’s appointment this week for more tests. The outlook looks like treatment without surgery will be a good option. Once again though there are more appointments to be had before a final determination and decision is made.
Meanwhile my baby is transitioning from the bassinet in our room to his cot in his own room at the other end of the house. Perhaps it is me that is transitioning really. I’m getting used to him not being so close to hand when he has his day times naps and going to bed of an evening without him by my side. Still he ends up in our room by morning so we still have our special huggy time before sunrise signals the imminent invasion by the older siblings.
All the ends are woven in, so now it is time to start working on a border. Despite being the middle of summer it is actually rather cool here today, a high of only 24°C very unusual for this time of year indeed, but perfect for sitting back in the recliner watching baby O sleep in his cot as I hook away. The rhythmic sounds of him breathing better than any music.