In trying to make it through the weeks before Reagan's surgery; the pumping, the anxiety, the lack of available time, I kept telling myself that after the surgery, she would be normal. She'd go back to breastfeeding, have energy, and there would be no more doctor's appointments to run around to every other day (or so it seemed). Her surgery went so well and she came home so fast and obviously improved that I was floating above the ground with elation and a new lease on life. My baby was healthy now. She would grow now. I had TIME now. Oh what would I do with so much time....laundry? Make cupcakes with my girls? Oh the possibilities.