I've just washed her nightie.
For the second time.
She wore it later in the day; well after the operation.
The nurses had to dress her.
She's home. Recovering.
She loves the nightie; comforting and calming she tells me.
It's fresh and smells relaxing with the scent of "Sunshine" fabric softener.
Pop it on my girl and close your eyes.
An awful couple of weeks.
Let's take it nice and slow.