surgery tomorrow.

Insomnia tonight, as expected. Last time Emma's surgery was in the morning but this time we've drawn the 2:30 slot. Luckily she can have clear fluids (and jello) up until 10:30 am, which is when we will leave the house and head to Children's. We should get there in time to make a quick trip to the gift shop, one of her favorite spots there (along with the cafeteria and the smoothie stand in the lobby).

Emma's teacher suggested that she might want to keep a journal and, because she loves to write, she is. The thing it has confirmed for me is how little she thinks about it all. The very first entry has a list of good things and bad things about the surgery, but beyond that, each day only mentions it in her countdown at the bottom. The rest is filled with talk about how much she loves her art class, how she isn't great at volleyball (which her class is doing in p.e. right now), but she thinks she's getting a little better, my friends coming over with their delicious babies (more about that in another post), and other regular stuff. The same things her journals have been filled with for years. It does my heart good to see that.

So by this time tomorrow we should be finished with reflux. Knock wood, crossed fingers, sending up prayers like you wouldn't believe.

Emma's current favorite picture

p.s. Thank you for the birthday wishes for Lydia...and, yes, she is still very much Fireball. Heaven help us, she is.