Pre-op went okay. Sammy did fantastic with the xray, smiling and flirting like a champ with the nurse. The bloodwork was a completely different story, and it was just as awful for us as it was for him. That scream, that cry - makes me, on such a primitive level, want to seriously hurt whomever is causing my baby to scream like that. I think Jay might have claw marks where I dug my fingers into him because I couldn't make them stop. It was awful.
Jay was awesome enough to go through the consents without me. Essentially, he got to listen to the surgical fellow explain just what it is they're going to do to Sammy, and then sign a paper saying that we agree to let them. If I had had to stay, I think I would have passed out or thrown up or ended up curled up in a corner, rocking back and forth. I'm afraid I've gotten a bit of a reputation with the doctors for being a nervous, anxiety-filled blubbery mess.
Anyway, we're in the hotel, Sammy's sleeping, we ordered room service and the glass of wine is starting to kick in. They bumped him from first case tomorrow to second, which means we have to bring him in for 10. We'll hopefully be able to see him by 5-ish. I've never been away from him for that long. I'm hoping I'll be able to come back here and curl up in a little ball in bed, sleeping off the anxiety and waiting for the phone calls to come in from the nurse, letting us know he made it through each stage okay.
I go back and forth between acceptance, denial and plain old freaking out. Part of me really wishes denial would just take over and create this perfect little bubble around me, protecting me until he's out and I can hold him and know he's okay. What gets me the worst? This sweet, sweet baby has no idea what's in store for him tomorrow. He's sleeping peacefully while we're nervous wrecks, oblivious to what's about to happen. It makes me sick thinking about it.
I want to take him and run very, very far away with him. I know this is what's best, what he needs to live, that this will make him better. But it goes against every cell, every fiber of my being, to willingly give him to the doctors tomorrow morning.
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I have no words to express how I feel about what you guys are facing. I pray for you to be strong. All of you are in my prayers always
Posted by: Shamira at July 19, 2006 5:06 AM