Minor Frustrations

Have you ever sat down for a nice, relaxing hour of blogging and had a cockroach run across your computer screen? That's what just happened to me. So, instead of relaxing in front of my computer, I was crouching underneath it with a shoe, trying to find the little varmint. After much exploratory tapping around the wires, I finally smooshed him against the wall. I felt very proud, and it almost, almost makes up for the time (a couple of days ago) when there was a roach on the ceiling and I was such a coward that I literally called my mom to drive to the apartment and kill it for me.

It was on the ceiling. What was I supposed to do? It could have fallen on me. 

Moving on: Yesterday was seriously frustrating. Elijah was supposed to have his surgery at 9 am (to put his intestines back together, remember), and we were really pumped. We were nervous, yes, but also really exciting because it was finally happening. As we were getting ready to go to the hospital, we got a call at 8 am that it was cancelled for the day and they would reschedule for later in the week. I was so mad I could have spit nails. They had stopped feeding him at midnight the night before, so they had starved my poor baby for no reason.

It wasn't the surgeons' fault: there are administrative people who schedule the surgeries, and one of them saw a semi-empty spot on the schedule for Tuesday and "squeezed" Elijah in (he was originally going to be on Thursday). When the surgery before his was going into overtime, there was no time to do Elijah and the other babies who actually were on the schedule before he was squeezed it. The true annoyance is that now he doesn't have his own time slot anymore because they bumped him around and they have to "squeeze" him in somewhere else. Grr.

The new surgery date is either tomorrow or Friday. We should know by this afternoon.

I did, at least, anticipate this sort of thing now that we're so close to the end of the line. We're so close that it's almost palpable, and my anticipation becomes overwhelming. When we get setback even a little bit, I get upset. I need to count my blessings, though, because it's actually nice that the setback is only a few days and not a week or a month, like other setbacks have been (To put this in perspective for you, Elijah has been in the hospital for 12 weeks as of yesterday. It will be 3 months on the 27th.).

Anyway, Adam had a really good first Father's Day, I think. We split a 20 oz. Porterhouse steak at a restaurant thanks to a gift card from a friend, and I made the most awesome cheesecake. Then we saw the baby and went home to kill zombies. Here are some pictures (of the baby, not the zombies). Our camera is fuzzy when we don't use the flash, but I don't want to startle Elijah, so that's as good as it's going to get until we get him out of that windowless room.

 

I believe the term is "pathologically cuddlesome"