Mia’s soccer game, Saturday morning. She came. She saw. She finally got her uniform (wrong shade of pink). She scored the first goal. And she had a total blast. I’m still not happy with her coach, who seems way more interested in having good-looking soccer players than skilled ones, but hey. The girls did look cute, as evidenced by the pictures I’ll be putting up later.
We had some surprise company over the weekend. Caleb’s brothers flew in Saturday afternoon. After spending a couple hours playing with the dogs’ shock collars and the electric fence, we had dinner and watched Talledega Nights. The next morning they all headed down to Texas for their grandmother’s funeral. They should be back tonight.
Cheyenne has raised $190.00 so far for Multiple Sclerosis. I don’t know what percent of her $300.00 goal that is, but it’s up there, and I’m proud of her. I’m proud of all our friends and family, too. They all rock way more than I thought they did.
We have a little over a week until Merrick’s operation. I’m getting anxious as hell. I’m worried I won’t get some paperwork turned in on time. I’m worried the blood donation will get all botched up and my son will need a transfusion and they’ll have to use pig’s blood or something. I’m worried he’ll catch a cold and they’ll have to postpone surgery for another 3 months. I’m worried he’ll starve before surgery. I’m worried he’ll scream when they take him. I’m worried about them cutting open my son’s skull with heavy machinery. I’m worried the surgery will take 5 hours. I’m worried he won’t do well. I’m worried about swelling and infection. I’m worried I won’t be able to take care of his stitches. I’m worried that he’ll somehow jab himself in the brain once it’s all said and done. I’m worried Caleb won’t be able to handle the whole thing. And I’m worried I’ll lose it completely before we even start.
I have so much respect and admiration for the parents whose kids need multiple operations. I know I never want us to go through this again.