Today, strangely enough was a wonderful day for Ella and me. We were heading to Chicago for Ella’s reconstructive plastic surgery again. Hoping that this time it will actually happen. That in itself is not an occasion for joy. However… We had a great day. Ella was in a good mood, didn’t mind the traveling, the plane delays and the two taxi rides. She just flowed with it and seemed like she had a good time. Maybe like me she was enjoying the rare occasion of the two of us being together alone. We did walking exercises in the terminal and sat in the plane for an hour and a half until it took off and yet, she was fine. By the time we reached Chicago and were riding a taxi into town, Ella had falled completely and totally asleep. I guess this drained her. I was able to open the stroller, move her into it, cross the street, carry the stroller up the stairs get the key, carry her to bed with absolutely no reaction. Tomorrow we start the day very early, we need to show up at the hospital at 6:00 AM and start the process of admitting her into the pre-op. I am worried about tomorrow and about the surgery.
Still… was a great day.