So, Pen learned how to walk. She’s been working on it for a couple of days, but she really seems to have nailed it down this morning. It’s kind of blowing my mind. I guess I assumed that she’d take some tottering steps back and forth between me and Phil for a month or two before she really took off, but the whole process really only took a couple of days. She’s lapping the living room behind me right now. She’s getting better at it while I’m watching her. I mean that literally, and I don’t fuck around with that word. I mean, she’s learning this skill as I am watching. I am watching the improvements happening. She’s downloading some kind of system upgrade right now.
What a rotten time for her to learn, though. Pen will be having her surgery early tomorrow morning at Phoenix Children’s Hospital. Here’s a pretty decent description of what will be happening, if you’re interested.
I think we’re ready. As ready as we’re going to be, anyway. We bought her some new books, and we have some new puzzles. I got her some pajamas – real nightgowns, her first ones. That’s more for me than for her, though. I somehow got it in my head that she needed nightgowns for her hospital stay. They’re not easy to track down in her size, you know, but I found some with help. I about had a breakdown when it looked like they wouldn’t make it in time to be packed up tonight, but they showed up last night. That made me feel somewhat better. It didn’t stop the violent dry heaves, but the nervous poos seem to have abated.
I am obviously not looking forward to any part of the next couple of days, except for the part where they are over. Obviously I’m nervous about my baby having surgery, and especially about her being put under for surgery. Neither of those has really been my main focus, though. For some reason, I’ve half-convinced myself that because she’s so little and can’t really communicate, her pain won’t be taken seriously and she’ll only be given children’s Tylenol or something after the surgery. I know that doesn’t make sense, because of course no one wants a child to be in pain, and of course at a children’s hospital, they’re especially well versed in handling post-surgery children. But still, I’ve been steeling myself to channel my inner Shirley MacLaine.
The hospital stay shouldn’t be long – I’m honestly hoping for just one night, but won’t push for anything unreasonable. We’ve bought Pen her own fainting couch for her recovery at home and think she’ll do quite well here once she is safe to be away from the hospital. We just hope that will be very fast.
I obviously don’t promise anything in terms of Internet updates, the connection is kind of crappy there, from what I remember of our last stay, but if you’re a Twitter person, you can probably count on at least a quick check in once everything is all complete and we’re settled in tomorrow.
We appreciate all the support everyone has shown so far.