It is hard to believe that one week from today my precious 7 month old little baby will be fighting the greatest battle of her life to date. She's been so happy lately. Laughing, playing, teething, doing the army crawl, eating solids...
She even has her appetite back, putting down 4 sometimes 5 ounces at a time. She's mastering sitting up like an old pro. She still falls/tips over every now and then, but she's getting better at it every day. I have to believe in my heart that she's going into this surgery stronger than ever, so she'll come out of it stronger than ever.
I bought Scarlett a Tinkerbell costume for Halloween. Violet's going to be either a witch or Cinderella (it all depends on her mood that day). I'm trying to keep my mind occupied with things other than Scarlett's major open-heart surgery in one week, but it's very difficult not to think about it when everyone I run into asks me "How's the baby?".
I find myself saying "well, her surgery is going to be on Oct 1...etc", to people who don't even know that she has a heart defect,..they were just asking me cuz they know I just had a baby...(oops). Its happened to me 3-4 times already. I guess I just assume everyone at my work knows about her CHD and her upcoming surgeries, I forget that there actually are people who have no idea. No idea the little private hell I go thru everyday. I really hate being a working mother. Maybe from now on, I'll just say "She's doing great" no matter who asks me. That covers it anyway, right?