PT starts tomorrow and being a parent is tough

Tomorrow Rob and I take Lola in for her first round of physical therapy.  We don’t know what to expect, but in all honesty… I can’t wait for the eye stimulation to begin.  Lola is doing better when it comes to focusing on things, but I long for the day when she looks at me and I mean looks at me.  I recall those days early on in her life and even though she couldn’t see much, I know she was able to see that I was her mama.  But even if her vision stays as it is I know she still knows who I am.   Last night as I was finishing up dinner for the clients, Rob called because Lola was crying hysterically.  She doesn’t do that...
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