Tuesday Sam had his tonsil operation. It all went well but it was quite exhausting for all of us. Even though things will change for the coming week, I was surprised that I (no, not his father, oh no) experienced his voice so dramatically different. I was not totally prepared for that. I new it could change and the theoretical knowledge of that I found quite existing. But I was not at all prepared for my emotional reaction to the result. That I never learn. Even though I am 110% prepared for that things will change and I do like the thought of the change, I time and time get overthrown by my emotional reaction.

Since I have a problem to sedate people in general, and (my) children in specific it was Sam’s father who had the assignment to be with him at surgery. I, on the other hand, had Fabian. When walking the endless corridors of the hospital meeting the world from a 19 month 's perspective I realized how little time I have had alone with this person. So even though corridor-walking is not the most exciting thing in the world (well, we had some fikas and took one tour shopping as well) I truly blessed these hours. I got to know this little fellow just a little bit more and how great is not that – to spend time with a somewhat stranger and meeting a little friend.

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