We were in Florida for a week until last Sunday. We had the baby most of the week. We had a great time with her. She is such a good baby. Lots of giggles, smiles, hugs, and snuggles. It was so hard giving her back to her mom to come home again, but we did. Gabby and I both got the flu and have been miserable all week. Luckily her mom and the baby both seem to have avoided catching it from us while we were down there.
Gabby's mom decided to try dialysis, so she is doing that several times a week. It seems to be helping, but her mom is still very non-compliant with her diet and fluid restrictions, so it's sort of like putting a bandaid on a knife wound to the heart. I guess if it gives her the time that she wants for a little longer, it's worth it, but personally, I would rather just go if I was in the shape that she is in.
The baby's room in the new house is going to be beautiful. It's being done in a Princess and the Frog theme, but it's not 100% Disney stuff in the room. We built out much of the furniture while we were there, but there is more left to be done still. I can't wait to get moved, but at the moment, Gabby and I both are still sick, so nothing much is getting done in the way of packing. It's a good thing we are not moving everything in this house down to Florida or we might never get moved at this rate. lol
Once we get moved, Gabby has to do some travel for her job, so it will take us a month or two for things to settle into a routine. We expect to be taking care of the baby a lot more once things settle out. F has been getting a lot of pressure from her mom, grandma, and even great grandma to give the baby to us. All we have done is to offer to be there for her and I think that is all that we can do at this point. We don't want to push her and have her become completely defiant with us about it. I know that F loves the baby. That has not been a concern. The problem is more of one that has to do with the fact that she really lacks parenting skills and the ability to provide a proper, safe, and stable environment to raise a child in.
Sigh. It's a battle of inches, not yards.
According to relatives, the baby became frustrated when someone would say, "Where's Gabby?" or "Where's Maggie?" and then cried when she couldn't find either of us. Overall, she was really fussy this past week and they feel that it's because the baby missed us. All I know for sure is that she was a little angel with us and even though we both have been sick as dogs, we both miss her terribly.
I honestly don't know you at all. I'm just not the type to vent certain things, thats all. If it helps you to vent before you might explode, then by all means vent to your hearts desire. Venting helps I'm sure. 
