Baby Drama

 Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our lives.  No surgery tomorrow.  We coordinated childcare through the weekend, birthday celebrations for Kate, and church responsibilities for Matt but at the appointment with the surgeon this afternoon we were told that Maggie's doing too well for surgery.  Her fontanelle seems even softer than they did a few days ago and her head circumference has actually shrunk by a miniscule amount.  It's a good thing and somewhat miraculous, but it's tough to feel pulled in so many directions.  Chances are she'll still need the surgery (in fact the neurosurgeon has scheduled a slot for us in the operating room for the next multiple Tuesdays just in case) but until she gets worse the docs don't feel good about doing something so permanent and drastic unless we know for sure that it's necessary.  It's the right call, but Maggie seems so discontent to us.  She's always been loud (rooting, grunting, pushing, snorting) but now she's spitting up a lot more and seems to cry more than usual.  We'll keep plugging along, and maybe this improvement will continue.  Whatever does happen though, it's going to be fine.  We'll just take it as it comes--at least now the kids won't miss their dental cleaning appointments tomorrow (which we had forgotten about).  We also won't have to clean the house tonight and can put that off til another day as well.  Hooray for procrastination!