Fear strikes. It's not supposed to, but it does. The call just came in giving me the info I need to get my daughter to surgery tomorrow. It's a simple procedure - the doctor (who I happened to go to high school with - isn't that supposed to help?) said he could even do the procedure in-office, but it would be painful and the chances of Madeline wanting to ever step foot in another doctor's office would be slim to none. So, as he explained it to me last week, he would just put a little oxygen mask on her face, wait until she's out, and then do the procedure. No biggie.
But, it will be done in the T.C. Thompson Children's Hospital where my babies spent 7 days in that scary yet comforting NICU. So the comforting part of that is this is the same hospital that saved my other baby girl's life upon birth when she came out not breathing. Thank God for that hospital of amazing medical professionals. No food after midnight. No drink after 7 AM. She can bring her bunny with her to surgery for comfort. She can have a paci, if she takes one. She's a thumb sucker, but lately, just holding on to a paci like her sissy's brings her comfort while she sucks her thumb. She will be asleep, in a surgical room, without me. Ok, panic begins sinking in. I grew up in hospitals. My dad would take me to the surgery floor and I would see all the ladies, men, nurses and doctors with their masks on and hats on and love every second. It was the norm for me. My girls have been taken to the surgery floor at their Papaw's hospitals and at their Aunt Robin's hospital many times. They've seen it. Hopefully Madeline will remember that and be comforted by that. I wish I had taken her more. I wish I had taken ME more....because I'm scared, and I shouldn't be. It's just a simple procedure that could be done in the office but would be too painful without some anesthesia so this is the easiest most comfortable way for my sweet baby girl. But wowsers, the lump in my throat and the pain in my heart is nothing short of just me being a momma taking her little girl to surgery in the morning.
Prayers would sure help right now. More for me to mask my invalid fear so she won't sense that I'm scared, then for the procedure because it's just a simple procedure. No biggie. Keep telling yourself that, momma. Keep telling yourself that.
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Bridgett. You are in my prayers. I am sure that God has His hand on your little girl and has sent His angels to put their arms around you. Be strong, because God the Master Physician and He will make sure everything is alright. Again, you all are in my prayers.
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