"My sister picked this shirt, but I think it shows off my belly nicely."
Nine days to go until surgery, and I've started packing Elvie's hospital bag. Just typing that makes me tear up. I am so sad for my scrumptious baby; this will be hard for her. I think it makes it all the harder because she has been doing so well lately, taking her medicine like a champ, pushing and pulling herself around the floor, learning new things every day. I know it's better that this gets done soon; I pushed for this to happen. I know, I know, I know. But I hate to disrupt her happiness; that's pretty much the worst.
Many people have reached out to us to offer words of support or to ask what they can do to help while Elvie is in the hospital. We are so grateful to everyone for loving our baby and taking care of our family, and I find it hard to say, "Yes, I need this one more thing." But everyone is so kind and gracious about it that it makes it easier, and I just want to say thank you for that. Elvie would not be here without the help of so many of you, and we are thankful every day for the gift of a community who has rallied around us. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
Nine days. Okay.