Just to finish off the day, let me just say that all is well. My wife’s procedure went perfectly, there were no other infections apart from the appendicitis, and she’s resting comfortably.
Through it all Boobaby was a champ — a record nine times in and out of the car seat today, three hospital visits, and no mamma-milk (because it’s laced with all sorts of drugs today, of course), and nonetheless, she’s been content and adaptable all day — a huge relief, to say the least.
Now it’s almost 1 a.m. and I’m working on 21 stressful hours awake — not much by the standard of my youth, but still sufficient to knock me on my butt.
So good night, thanks for all the kind words and thoughts, and I’m off to bed with my organic toaster pastries (a.k.a. "dinner"). I’ll do my best to return to my usual petty programming tomorrow. Or maybe, just maybe — the next day.