I’ve been packing and packing. The older girls are going with my SIL and BIL to Disneyland! There is no better place for them to go to keep their minds off their little sister. Yes, we are trying to shelter them from most of the events this week. We do not find it necessary for them to see her at her most awful state in the hospital. They might see pictures later (if we take them), but it won’t be terrible because they will know she is fine. We are thankful plans worked out that our girls are able to tag along. We hope that they will be on their best behavior.
I have been packing for the baby. I’m praying he will take a bottle so he does not need to be at the hospital much. If he needs to be to eat then we will keep him as clean as possible. We have been trying to get him to take the bottle with only a small amount of success. We are thankful for those who will be taking care of him this week.
I have been packing for Haley. What will she need, what will she want? I really don’t know what this week will bring. I don’t know what she will require to keep her happy. I’m hoping she will like what they have available for her. I am hoping she will be her feisty self the day after surgery and it will be hard for us because then I will know she is ok.
We had our pre-op appointment today. We didn’t get our questions answered. They took information about Haley, but we left not knowing any better what to expect. They put an ID band around her ankle so it would not bother her as bad as it being around her wrist. An hour after coming home she found a way to peel it off a little at a time. So much for keeping it on overnight. We will show up with it in strips!
Tomorrow we will have a long wait so we are packing up a lot of things to do and read….assuming we will do something besides worry and pray. We have faith that everything will work out according to His plan. I am at peace. Things will be fine. Sure I can get myself worked up and worry, worry, worry. But it isn’t worth it. It is out of my hands, it is His turn to take care of her. It is my turn to have faith.
On another note, we find it quite ironic that Haley has been requesting to hear a particular song when we are driving ever since the day after finding out about the tumor. She says, “I want huh, huh, huh bad day.” Did you figure that one out? She is asking to hear “Bad Day” by Daniel Powter. It would have been even more ironic if she had asked for that song on the ride from one hospital to the other on that now famous Friday.