A Small Correction & A Sweet Moment

I think I may have given the wrong impression with my last post re: my frustration.  I'm mostly posting this for my benefit, so I feel better about people knowing what I meant earlier. I am afraid that I made Dr. Christian, in particular, seem harsh or uncooperative, and honestly the opposite is true.

We were actually quite comforted with Dr. Christian saying that it would be in the morning and saying it as emphatically as she did.  I guess, for three reasons, first she is the surgeon who will be doing the operation, so her opinion means more to us than all the others; second,  moving back to the scheduled time instead of moving it up, means that Dr. Christian's team will all be in place - no substitutions; and third, the fact that she said it with such authority, it comforted us to know that, "OK, this we can count on."

My frustration was with the back-and-forth nature of how things have been scheduled, not with the final decision to wait until morning.  I just wanted to make sure it was clear that our frustration was not directed at Dr. Christian and really at any one person or group.  

Now on to a really sweet moment. As I sit here and type this, Julie is on my left asleep on the sleeper sofa in the room, and Audrey is right next to me on my right in the hospital baby bed, at about eye level to where I'm sitting.  A couple of minutes ago, two nurses came in to start her fluids in prep for surgery, which upset her a little, so when they left I reached over and stroked her face until it looked like she went to sleep.

I turned back to type in this post and about a minute later, this little girl, who's had much more try cry about than smile about let out a "hehhh!" in a whisper.  I looked over and she was smiling and reaching for me.  So, of course, I put the laptop down and reached out and took her hand (I could tell she wanted to hold hands), and I put my other hand on the back of her head.  She smiled again and went back to sleep.  

This is exactly the type of child she is.  She's had a rough three days, and from her perspective has been tortured (I could tell story after story of how rough these tests have been on her), but even after all of that, this tender-hearted little girl, smiled at her dad, took his hand and stole his heart, again.

She's done this a few times with both of us, not just dad, but I wanted to share this one. We love this little girl.

Thank you all for your encouragement and your prayers.