Tomorrow is a scary day. Until this evening, I have been feeling so strong and lifted up in prayer, also grateful for our doctor's optimism on Thursday, but inevitably the nerves and worry of any big test, let alone, a medical diagnosis, not least for your precious unborn child, are hitting hard tonight and all I can do is look for quiet moments amidst the terrific laughter and unbelievable sprouting words of our little girl and pray for all I know to pray now to our heavenly father. Thank you for caring enough to share with us a prayer too. Steve will come home early tomorrow so that we can go to Mass General together. Samara will have her nap with my dear Mummy. The rest of the world will go on with their Monday afternoons. Everything is going to be okay...
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