reporting on life (and death)

My grand-papa died on Friday afternoon.

Gummy bear is alive and wiggling. He measured 9w2d (one day ahead), with a solid heartbeat.

The attending RE walking in a bit late (the lovely fellow who was there last time was performing the u/s), took one look at the screen and proclaimed that it was "disgustingly normal."

I'm in between patients, so this is all I can write for now. I will post again tomorrow or Thursday from the train.

Thank you so much for holding my hand through this. Thank you.