A Long Night and a Grateful Heart

We finally arrived at our home away from home tonight. The four-hour car ride was a struggle—our daughter fussed and cried the entire way. Now, it’s 2 AM, and she’s still fighting sleep. I can’t help but think she’s picking up on my anxious energy, and it’s making her unsettled too.

Tonight, we had to start wiping her down with the hospital-supplied wipes. It’s just another small moment that makes everything feel even more real. It’s a step I didn’t want to take, but here we are.

I know I should be asleep. Tomorrow is her pre-op appointment, and the next few days are going to be long. But sleep feels impossible right now. The weight of everything is heavy, and the anticipation is all-consuming.

I want to take a moment to shout out a massive thank you to everyone who has been sending their good vibes, healing energy, and prayers. This little one is so loved, and we are beyond fortunate to have so many people rooting for us—Mom and Dad included.

So many of you have sent care packages and supplies to help us through this time, and we cannot express how much that means to us. Your support is keeping us going.

For now, though, I need to sign off. The little one is restless and fussy, so I guess that’s my cue to put the screen down and try to rest—so she can, too.