So Perry told me that I should be nominated for the Father of the Year award this week. I've been cranking out the work for contracts, long days and short nights.
I got 3 hours sleep on Tuesday, so finally getting to bed at 11:00 on Wed was a slog. At 12:30 Vianne woke up screaming and vomiting and kept it up till 6:00. Thursday night was a repeat engagement. Last night Pace said she wasn't feeling well and going to bed. About 1:00am Pace enacted Gastro, the sequal. She's up most of last night. The wee one got up at 6:00
"I'm hungry"
She obviously is not sick any more.
We were supposed to leave for Montreal today as Pace has to check into St. Luc for pre operation tests on Monday and her operation on Tuesday.
So we're going tomorrow.
Pace is a little freaked, she wanted to have a little time to relax in Oka park before going to the hospital. She's worried about this operation and it's manifesting itself through nightmares and anxiety. Things like the Operating Room covered in blood and she's having an out of body experience.
You listen, you reassure, and you give hugs and kisses. This is not a time for statistics and platitudes.
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