Today’s post is one that I’m actually very happy to write. Writing it means I’ve made it to the other side and I’m here to tell the tale. Ever since we found out that our baby would have a cleft lip and a cleft palate (and what that would entail) I’ve been dreading the palate surgery. I knew it would be the hardest single event in the journey- or at least I had been told as much and I believed it. As surgery dates grew nearer, I dreaded it more and more because I saw how much older Rush was getting and how much more aware he was in general. I felt terrible for putting him through it and I desperately wanted to find a way out of that repair. Did it really need to be done? Could we just opt out? Nope. It did need to be done. There was no other way. We didn’t find a way out and instead we worked it out and toughed it out and we are here, fully recovered, ready to tell our story.