We're at the hospital. It's 6:05am. Lily is sitting on Bec's lap as we wait to be called back for anaesthesia. It was a short night again. I don't think any of us slept well.

Found myself humming my favorite stanza from We Rest On Thee again as we drove to the hospital. Don't know why, but it seems to be the song that comes to mind as we head to surgery: "We go in faith, our own great weakness feeling/ And needing more each day Thy grace to know/Yet from our hearts a song of triumph pealing/We rest on Thee and in Thy name we go."

Almost there now.