So it’s Sunday night & we have made it to Atlanta for pre-op and heart surgery. Sometimes I can’t really believe my life has gotten to this place, especially having 2 young children. I can’t remember what it’s like to have a “normal” life.
Joel & I are here after having tell our kids we love them more than they know, to be good & obey Ya-Ya, Katherine & Mandy. We spent the morning with them, getting packed, moving them upstairs, and lots of playing. Jack is getting faster, with less attention span since he can walk now. Chloe is exploding with learning and debating whether she wants to be a big girl & do it herself, or if she needs help.
Joel is still keeping me laughing. I asked him to get a coke from the gas station; he returns with a 12 pack of coke.
Tomorrow is pre-op. We have an MRI scheduled for 7 a.m., meet with the surgeon at 10:30, and x-rays, blood work, EKG, meet with anesthesiologist, and probably something else we don’t know. We are hoping to have the afternoon free, but we have also learned that we don’t really have any control. (Another therapy issue).