I absolutely hate everything about this whole surgery ordeal. Well, except the fact that it is saving her eardrum and hearing and brain and life. I have put on a happy-ish face for weeks, but I am terrified. I know we have a great doctor (and and even better physician in our Lord) but I just do not like the fact that my baby is being put to sleep at 9:50 in the morning. I have spent all day hyping up this whole "we are going to a hotel! It will be so exciting!" experience and now we are here. The little love has no idea what tomorrow will bring and really, neither do I. I know it's not going to be as exciting as I made it sound like. Right now she is sleeping on the other side of the nightstand with my Mom in her new fairy princess night gown. I so wish we were just waking up for room service and a fun day ahead tomorrow. At the same time I am thankful we are here now because it means the tumor was caught early and we are getting it taken care of earlier than later.
Thank goodness the hotel bartender makes a mean crown and ginger because I am honestly about to crash. Please remember to keep us in your prayers tomorrow! Mama needs it!
Amelia is really excited about staying at the hotel!