Willow just recently turned two years old on September 7th. Her birthday was celebrated with all seven of us Kruggel's with private fanfare. She opened a few presents (mostly from her Grandma and Grandpa), or actually we should say that Poppy opened a few presents for Willow (Poppy can't resist tearing into a wrapped package). We sang a song and ate some yummies. I'm quite certain Willow had little clue as to what the hullabaloo was all about, but she seemed to enjoy herself nonetheless.
The number 2 is also significant because October 1st will mark Willow's second attempted date to have her cleft palate restored. Victoria and I have been sweating it out because (Wouldn't you know it?) she's come down with another cold or virus or something. I'm taking her into the pediatrician tomorrow morning to have her checked out one last time to determine if she's healthy enough to undergo surgery on Wednesday. I hate to be a naysayer, but it doesn't look promising. I brought her to bed with me last night at about 4:00 a.m. or so (Victoria's in San Diego for three days for her half brother's - originally from Alaska - wedding). Willow was hacking and wheezing, and I even became a little concerned when as I held her in my arms while laying on my back in the dark of the night I could feel her chest irregularly struggle for air for about ten minutes or so. So pathetic and sad. Anyway, we pray that God will do a miracle and turn this little girl around in time for Wednesday. If not, we trust that His timing is always perfect. Wedging this surgery right into the middle of one of her few and far in between healthy moments is like threading a needle. I'm afraid most surgeons at Children's Hospital are not quite as nimble and flexible as Willow's health conditions dictate.
Thank you for praying, hoping and trusting together with us.
Warmly in Christ,
Tom (& Victoria)
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