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So we go to hospital tomorrow for Oscar’s operation. For his left calcaneal osteotomy splatt fractional lenthening tib post and right calcaneal osteotomy.

Got that? Pay attention, there’ll be a quizz later.

Here’s the first in a four part video of the calcaneal osteotomy procedure. I got 18 seconds in before coming over all hot, feeling dizzy and fighting the urge to hurl. Who can get further than that?

I am feeling remarkably in control and calm about it all. Yesterday I had this moment where butterflies just arrived in my tummy and I just did some new-age cognitive therapy shit of acknowledging the feeling, recognising it was completely normal for me to have apprehension and fear and concern and stress over such a major operation happening to my child, let it wash over me and then it was gone.

I know. Next I’ll be regaling you all with my latest crystals and just how tasty soy-based products can be.

Anyway, I’ve had the dream where it all goes horribly wrong during the operation and he dies. Yeah, that was an awesome night’s sleep.

The house resembles a rehab hospital with ramps (made by Chef and my FIL no less), commode chair (already affectionately known as the ‘long drop’), bath seats, hand-held shower heads, slide boards and DEAR GOD this house was cluttered enough ALREADY.

We’ve bid Chef’s parents adieu as they head overseas for the next seven weeks. In this family we are all about the concept of ‘perfect’ timing.

I keep having these waves of nausea which I’m putting down to nerves as not only do Chef’s boys no longer swim apparently you have to have sex to fall pregnant. Four kids down and who knew!

Blogging will be thin on the ground this week as I de-camp to Sydney Children’s Hospital with the mighty Ogga. No idea how long we will be there – they said a minimum of three days so won’t that be a blast. Like a sleepover but as adults. With total strangers. And machines that go ‘ping!’. Last time I did this Oscar was a newborn and I lived in the hospital for five weeks and got tinea from the communal shower and the giardia virus from one of the other live-in parents.

So you know, that bar? set preeetty darn high.

Onward!