So glad this latest medical ordeal is over. Daddy and I dropped off Thomas at daycare this morning and took Charlotte to the surgery center. Everything went surprisingly well, until I walked her back to the operating room. All she knew was that the nice doctor was going to clean off her mole. And she knew that wouldn’t hurt. But I did not mention the gas mask because of how upset it made her when she had her initial mole removal. In case you missed it, I screwed up on monitoring its healing and the spot needed to be cleaned up, re-cut and re-stitched. So there I was in a hospital gown helping two nurses hold my daughter down as the anesthesiologist tried to cover her mouth and nose with the gas mask. She fought us every breath until the one that relaxed her. I didn’t get too upset. I know it needs to be done and I was confident all would go well. It did, thankfully. Daddy and Mommy were by her side soon after. Carrying her out to the car as Daddy pulled up, I could not get one thing out of my mind: how incredibly difficult it must be for parents of children dealing with serious illness, longterm treatments and regular hospitalizations. My prayer today is for all of us to be restored the privilege and opportunity of just tucking healthy children in bed at night and knowing they will wake up to see another day.
Covenant RIPT, Week 7: 30-minutes of strength training last night with Daddy. Arms and legs still weak from Wednesday’s class… or I’m just too tired to bump up the machines to higher weights.
Posted under Baby Thomas: Month 19
This post was written by Tara on February 26, 2010