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Wee. Tuesday.

DrummerWife is scooting out to Amish Country today to visit with some family - should be an excellent way for her to spend the day, and not have to sit at home by herself.

Yesterday, she went in to her office to see everyone there. In our group counseling session, one of the techniques they offered for mothers returning to work was to go into your office about a week before, and get all the "how are you doing?"-type questions out of the way on your own terms, instead of on your first day back.

Apparently it went pretty well. DrummerWife was happy to see everyone as it had been her first time back at work in almost 2 months. She seems to believe that she'll be heading back to work on a mostly full-time basis next week, after the 4th.

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Anonymous said…
You are both in my thoughts and prayers every day - all day. Aaron's garden planter from great-gramma and grampa is precious. Hope to see you soon.

Love,
Hey Buddy
Anonymous said…
Hey Guys,
I just wanted to let you know that everyone here at Bryn Mawr is thinking of you and sending their love:) I miss Aaron and the both of you here at the NICU and continue to be amazed at your strength.

Lots of Hugs,
Nurse Heather
Anonymous said…
And we had a great time here in "Amish Country"! We can't wait to spend the day with Nikki again on Thursday ... fill your tank with gas before you leave home - haha!

You two continue to be in my thoughts and prayers!

Love,
Tracey
XOXO
Anonymous said…
Just a quick note to say Hi and I'm thinking about you. Hope Aaron got his dad something nice for fathers day.
Nurse Karen

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