I HATE the number 13. It's never been lucky for me. And quite frankly, I'm scared to death. Your Glenn will be on 1/3/13...You'll be 13 weeks old. I'm hoping the number will finally have some good significance in my life. I'm hoping that you'll fly through the Glenn like you did the Norwood. I'm hoping that we can finally go home.
You've been gaining weight like a champ and you did great during your heart cath even though you ended up in the hospital for almost a week afterwards because of a fever and a few other issues. We figure you had gotten the stomach bug everyone else ended up with. You are amazing though and champed right through it.
You're turning blue. Really blue. Your face is pale, your fingers are cold and so are your toes. Your body is showing us it is time for your second surgery. I thought that handing you over to the surgeons for your Norwood was bad. Just the thought of Thursday makes me cry. I have been able to spend almost 12 weeks cuddling you, watching you grow, seeing you smile, hearing you giggle and learning your little personality... I've bonded with you. And I love you so very much. I sure hope that's enough for you to fly through this Glenn so we can cuddle more. So I can tickle your belly and hear your giggle. So Daddy and I can watch you grow big and strong.
We need to get our house finished. We need to go home and scrub the downstairs at least. Call the landlord and let him know the heater sucks. Get the window fixed that Maggie May tried to jump through to get the cat...Ugh. Anxiety attack. Lol!
I just can't wait to get through this surgery and finally take you home. I'm ready. :-)
Mommy loves you!!!
