Rowan Tree and Red Thread

Sam is going into hospital tomorrow for gallbladder surgery. Surgery I'm hoping will go textbook smooth and bring Sam home hale and hearty in short order. I wish this not only because I want her well and healthy, but also selfishly I don't want to have to kiddie-wrangle for an indefinite period.

Oscar still doesn't sleep through the night and is quite accustomed to breastfeeds in the small hours, something I'm just not equipped for. Rowan, not yet 5 years old, is currently treating us to a sample of teenaged unreasonableness, changing personality from minute to minute and generally being a pain in the ass. I hope this is reflected anxiety from the impending surgery she's picked up from us and not a new and unwelcome phase that will go on until she flip-flops again.

It's not all bad of course. My mother has wonderfully taken some time off work and volunteered to come down from Dublin for a few days while Sam is in hospital. My in-laws have offered to come in and lend a hand and our neighbours up the road say they'll get Rowan into school in the mornings next week.

I'm off work all week to man the guns at home and there was no problem taking the time off at relatively short notice.

So it's fingers crossed for swift, professional, and complete care for Sam, and sleeping kids for me.