We find ourselves waiting for our princess to come out of surgery. She was taken back at 11:15 looking mighty cute. Look at her perfect little chest, other than being so puffy it's perfect, like her. I'm trying, while I wait, to imagine angels by her side, stroking her hair and whispering into her ears; holding her tiny hand and adoring her. Do you think my Auntie is with her or maybe a future sibling? I'm also imagining a strong, broad, manly angel guiding the doctors hand and sharpening his mind.
She has had a pretty good last 2 days, she's been a little more stable and she's even begun opening her eyes. I was lucky enough to have 3 hours last night with open eyes and alertness and then again this morning. It was nice to sing and read to her and hold her hand. I wonder if she knows who I am or what she means to me. It will be a very long day, waiting, wondering, praying, and hoping.