So we are off to get ozzie’s tubes this morning. We will either be ten minutes late or 20 minutes early. I’m hoping we’re early.

5 am is a terrible time of day. Je deteste.

Ozzie was surprisingly easy to get ready, I anticipated a lot more crying. No, he was quite happy as we put him in his snowsuit. You’d never know he was up several times in need of suctioning. Brad and I, we are a whole other story entirely. Mmmm. Coffee. Must keep eyelids open.

I wish there was some kind of trophy or medal you could give kids when they have to have procedures or surgeries. Something they can look back on and see; this is for when I had my tendons lengthened, this is for when I got my tubes, this is for when I had my MRI, this is for when I had eye surgery… Y’know?

Well, we’ve arrived at the hospital. Wish us luck.