Surgery

I know it will be OK. Really I do. So why am I so anxious? Because she's my baby, that's why! I just hate that if she gets hungry or thirsty after 2am, she can't have anything to eat or drink. I hate that she will be knocked out in an operating room. (Although what parent hasn't wished they could knock out a child fighting sleep?)

Surgery really isn't even the right word. It's more of a procedure. People deal with much more serious things all the time. I don't know how they manage. I think I'd be out of my mind with worry if they were actually going to be cutting on her! If you're interested and/or have time you can check here or here to see what she'll be having done tomorrow.

I just hope I don't cry. I've got an almost psychotic aversion to crying in front of people, even Kenneth.

But I'm ready for her eye to be all better. No more watering, no more gunk. I'll just focus on the positive outcome.

Think of me tomorrow. We have to be there at 6:30 a.m.-YUCK!