In Greek

Husband's response to it all? "I'm glad it's scheduled soon. Then you'll only have six days to worry about this."

Wha-hut? Me worried? Why would I worry?

Who doesn't want to place their infant son under general anesthesia while a practical stranger takes sharp instruments to his face, following which he will then be fed with a syringe for two weeks and be in arm restraints?

On Tuesday my Porkchop will undergo cheiloplasty (cleft lip repair surgery), bilateral tube placement, and nasal tip rhinoplasty. Fancy words for "they're going to sew up his face." In many ways this is great. In the long run it will make it so much easier for him to eat, breathe, hear, and ultimately speak. I know that. But what's Greek for "this is going to suck"?

Three more days.

On a happier note, my baby bestowed the ultimate of pre-surgical parenting gifts EVER by sleeping from 8pm to 5:30am.

Can I special order three more days of that?

Efharisto. S'agapo.