Got to the hospital at 6am this morning. Mia was in the best mood. Laughing, talking and being her silly self. She did pretty good until around 7:15. After a lot of poking and prodding, she realized she was tired and hungry and that made for an unhappy baby. But, a few minutes later, they came in with some meds to help her relax. Pastor Drew Scott joined us and we prayed over her moments before heading to the surgical waiting room. I have to admit, that walk was near impossible for mommy. My legs felt like jello and I was sure I would throw up. But my God, my Rock held my hand. I want everyone reading this to understand it is by your prayers being lifted for my family that I am able to make it through this. And for those hundreds of prayers being lifted, it means more to us than you will ever know.
The next 30 minutes were spent giggling over her drug induced silliness. For those of you who have seen her growling "mad face", you will understand how cute it looks when she is loopy. Her Papa had her clinching her fists and grunting at every person that walked by. Silly girl.
Then it was time to hand her off. We all smothered her with kisses and I kissed that precious head one last time. The nurse took her from my arms and before I left, she was pulling off her glasses and entertaining a crowd around her. That's my girl.
So, now we wait. We will get calls pretty continuously, so updates will continue to come.
Pray friends, pray.
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