Jittering...

Today is the day. The day when my beautiful Miss A goes into hospital to have her tonsils and adenoids taken out and grommets put in.

I am trying to keep myself busy. As I write this, she is in theatre. *Deep breath. Deep breath.* I have read every blog I follow, too jittery to write comments. I have hung out all the washing. I am not nervous enough to do the dishes or folding yet. 

I know she will be fine. I know that this is pretty routine surgery. I know that she is receiving the best possible care. I know this. I do. 

But, she is my baby girl. She came into this world as a squeaky, screaming, purple thing. I didn't have a clue what to do with her. She had a tongue tie and we had a world of misery in regards to feeding her. We have worked through a lot she and I. And now, I know her better than anyone else in the whole wide world.

Things like: her favourite colour is yellow. She loves to read. Her favourite foods are gnocchi, olives, feta cheese and chocolate. She starts every day with a cup of tea. She is scared when the plug is taken out of the bath. She loves to run. She loves animals. Her biggest fear is to be lost or alone for too long. She cries during most movies. When she grows up, she wants to be an artist. She is scary smart. She has a big mouth and can't help but give her opinion on everything. She has the sweetest heart. She also does everything with a great big smile.

I am keen to see her. But being a mum of three means I have to spread myself out amongst two other children who need me too. Miss Z cannot hear a thing, she is currently watching telly so loud that I am sure the neighbours can hear Jess the Cat's bell tinkering from Postman Pat. She used to say, 'What did you say?' when she didn't hear properly. To save time over the last few days she now just says, 'Say?' It is annoying concerning. We are off the doctor shortly. BabyCool is still recovering from his burns last weekend, has it only been a week? So that is still on our plate, I have to take him back to the big smoke hospital for another dressing change tomorrow. 

On a bit of a tangent..... All of this has made me realise that I am much better in regards to my recently loopiness (aka PND)... Remember my elephant? So, although all of this is a lot of stress, it has been good to be able to sit back and reflect on how far I have come in recent weeks. Silver linings are always welcome at times like this.

I better get going. Turning up to the doctor's in my Oscar the Grouch pyjamas would not be cool. I feel a whole lot better after writing some stuff down. 

How is your week looking? Busy? Stressful? Slow? Empty? I would love to know, you know, keep my mind off my own stuff....