July 7, 1944

Dearest Gay,

I hope you aren’t too disgusted with me for not writing but hope you realize I haven’t been able to do so. I think from now on I can get in the groove again though! I wrote you that one letter in the hospital and then after that I couldn’t write because they would make me do something each day that would were me out so that when I didn’t have visitors I would just rest. One day I got to sit on the edge of the bed, the next day I had to sit in a chair and the next day I came home and have had to stay in bed most of the time. I must confess I was pretty weak. In fact, I still am as you probably can tell by this terrible writing. Since I came home there has been company here every afternoon and evening until I am all worn out. Tommy has kept mom and I awake for the past two nights from two until six so we are pretty tired. I just sat down to write this letter when Bob Tucker and Dorothy Pickerell came and they just left and now I have to give the baby his 10 o’clock feeding in a few minutes so can’t write much tonight. Your mom has assured me that she is keeping you informed but I will do my best to write you a detailed account of your new son tomorrow and you will probably receive it the same time as this. Don’t worry about me. I am still awfully weak and tired but it just takes a little time to get your strength back. I miss you more every day. I sure wish you could be home soon. Lots of love and kisses from your Doe and Tommy.