We all survived a night of Sadie not nursing after midnight, and it went more smoothly than we figured it would. Sure, we didn’t get much sleep after 3:30, but Sadie was by no means unmanageable. Her surgery went well–it was very quick. She was NOT a happy camper when we met her in the recovery room. Or in the car. Or at IHOP, where Sadie’s Mimi took us for breakfast. That is, until she tucked into some silverdollar pancakes and some nasty pink kiddie yogurt. Two naps and a little lunch later, things are on the up-and-up.