Baby Gracie is doing well and the doctors think she may not need surgery after all, which is a huge relief to everyone, me included. Seth made me a baby card with “Congratulations on being a big sister (again)” written inside and a P.S.: “Hope she doesn’t cry and poop as much as your other sister!” Polly’s test results are due back on Friday and he’s trying not to think about it too much, he says. He’s putting on a brave face, but I know deep down he’s worried sick. Dad’s taken some time off work to be with Gracie and Shelly — which is a first. Apparently, he took a half day when I was born (big wow!) and was back at his desk at eight o’clock the following morning. Mum has every right to feel a bit put out, but she’s being very philosophical about the whole thing. “We just have to be thankful that Gracie’s going to be all right,” she said at breakfast this morning. “That’s the main thing.” But I know she’s finding Dad’s new-man act a bit hard to swallow.
