White Bear is finally home!

Twelve days later, eight (ish?) phone calls (one in tears) from me to the staff at the Longwood, a call from Marsh’s cath nurse Stephanie, and $28 brought home the very first gift I gave Marsh wasaaaay back when he was a baby.

The back story begins in the early hour morning of the July 20 cath. I woke Marsh for medicine, the cup of water slipped from my hands all over the bed, and I tossed the blankets/sheets back. Long story short that morning, in all of my worried procrastination, White Bear got left behind in the bed.

I realized that I again will NOT win Mother of The Year exactly 15 minutes after we arrived at the hospital for the cath. I was in tears when I searched our bags. My hair caught on my ID sticker and my necklace broke. The woman who answered my first phone call to the Longwood was yelling and miserable to me.

(And then I called and the second guy hung up on me. And then I called daily until I felt like I was being a pest. )

Then the cath happened. And the bleeding. And we ran as fast as we could the second the Boston team let us head home.

And White Bear was left behind 306 miles away.

I called weekly after we made it home.

I called yesterday when I’d all but given up hope.

And White Bear came back today.

Whew.

Coffee cheers to Mr B who not only took my call yesterday but overnighted White Bear home.

**My apologies for the rambling**