I feel drained.

First, Poppy’s CT scan went extremely well. She didn’t make a peep or move an inch. I have been worried about it for weeks thinking she would have to be sedated and held down and strapped to the table with some teensy little straight-jacket. Nope. She was sleepy and stayed still as can be while my mother and I stood next to the machine in our AWESOME lead suits. My suit was zebra print and my mom’s was black sparkles. It was almost like they were custom-made for us.

Then, after a near diaper-disaster and a few cups of coffee we were off to visit the neurosurgeon.

Her CT scan looked good and we got the go-ahead for surgery. Unfortunately, it is going to be sooner than I had anticipated. Most likely July 9th or 11th. Its so soon, too soon. I need to get her in with the ENT specialist and the opthamologist before her surgery.

After leaving the neurosurgeon’s office we went down to get our (myself, my mom, and poppy) blood drawn and typed to see if we match. Poppy will need additional blood during/after her surgery and the closer the match, the better. I was told they would just give her a little “stick” to get enough blood. I was told wrong. After pleading with the phlebotomist, accosting the nurse for leaving a sizeable fingernail imprint on Poppy’s arm, and contemplating assaulting them both… we hadn’t even drawn any blood yet. They couldn’t find a vein and had to call a nurse from the I.V. team down.

She found a vein in Poppy’s foot and went for it. She was quick, which I appreciate, but her swiftness didn’t negate the screams of pain that bellowed from my babe. I wanted to throw up.

How will I ever hand her over for cranial surgery?!

One day at a time. Today was emotionally exhausting, but physically bearable. We made it past another big, ugly monster of a day. Poppy seems to have forgiven me. The best part : She got some new shades from Dr. Wehby:)