When connor was born I had phlebitis in my leg. I was suppose to stay off my feet and keep my legs elevated. Not easy with a newborn and a 2 year old. So mom offered to come up. She came every day I don’t remember for how long. She took care of Griffin, Connor and me all day, fed us, changed diapers, brought Connor to me for nursing. I only got up to go to the bathroom. She took very good care of us because that’s the kind of mom and grandma she is. She stayed each day until John got home from work. The funny thing is that when John got home he had no “mom” qualities so I had to go back to being the primary caregiver.
Lucy Turns 100! 