Poppy’s surgery has been bumped up 2 hours. We now check-in at 830am and surgery is scheduled for 1030am. My belly feels like an acid pool. I am dizzy and scared to death. I just finished packing our bags. I am going to hold my girl all night long, nurse continuously, and pray.
Though these are the moments when prayer is difficult – the moments when prayer is the only thing left that can be done.
I don’t know how I ended up here, on this path. I don’t know why, either. Right now I am feeling angry to keep from completely breaking down.
She is only 5 months old. She just learned to grab things, laugh, and gnaw on her own toes.
She cannot even tell me what hurts. 
Poppy ✨ 