32 Hours

32 Hours....that's how long before we have to check in at Children's Hospital. I should be sleeping, but I'm slow to get to bed, as I've been slow all day. I feel a little like I've been walking through Jell-o up to my chest today.

James had his pre-op check up today, as well as his pre-op bloodwork. His check up went well, and he's as healthy as we can reasonably expect him to be, so his new pediatrician signed our pre-op paperwork. He said, "Here's your ticket--you can't get into the show without a ticket." I know, a little humor never killed anyone, but all I could think of was, "If there's any way to NOT go to this show, show me the EXIT!" His bloodwork also went fairly well, but she had some difficulty getting the vein and the poor little man screamed and cried and tried to wiggle his way out. He looked at me with that "You're supposed to save me, mom" and I can't. Hubby was wonderful to remind me that this is one of the many differences between babies and parents....baby James looks for instant gratification (feed me, change me, love me, stop all my pain and discomforts), and we have the long term perspective (a little pain now to avoid a lifetime of it). However, I'm reminded that babies also have the blessing of forgetting the pain they might go through, while as parents, we'll remember it for a lifetime.

Thank you for the encouraging messages and phone calls...we appreciate each one, every offer to help, every inquiry, every prayer, every hug and every joke. We truly do have the most wonderful friends and family.