I realized yesterday my anxiety about Cameron’s surgery has become an official issue, the kind that would benefit from professional help, if the whole thing wasn’t going to be over sooner than I would be able to make an appointment. So instead I’m indulging my fears in private, and being calm in front of Cameron (because for real, there’s nothing to worry about, not even the needle that’s been his concern because they won’t put an IV in until he’s asleep.)

I’ve also dealt with it by making sure he’s had an eventful week full of bunnies and bouncy houses, preschool playdates and adventure. He’s even gotten to go to the top of the space needle!

Next week he’ll pretty much get all the cartoons he can stand.