This is a picture of Emmy at the hospital after 5 solid hours of pre-op. This picture was taken after a 1.5 hour echocardiogram, an EKG, a urine test, blood work, an X-ray, and a few consultations with various doctors.
If it were me, I would’ve been curled up in a ball whimpering and pleading to go home. Emmy, on the other hand, decided to run around the lobby for 25 minutes. As I ran after her, exhausted, I thought, “Kids are tough!”
When we drove to the hospital early this morning, I thought about the last time I was preparing for surgery. Back then, it was a c-section, and I couldn’t wait to meet my daughter. I was beyond giddy. Going to the hospital to have a baby is such a thrilling time. You don’t know who is inside of that belly, and you just can’t wait to see his or her little face.
Driving to the hospital for that same baby’s pre-op for heart surgery is a different feeling altogether. The excitement has vanished. In its place, are hearty doses of fear and anxiety.
“How did I get here?” I kept thinking.
It was a long, nerve-wracking day. I kept my eye on the clock, wanting to rush through it all.
And then I look back at that picture of Emmy who, after hours of testing, was dashing around the lobby. She was waving her hands over her head, saying “Hiiiiii” to anyone who looked her way.
And then I think back to our weekend when we watched this little girl, my oldest, run around happily. She knows that her sister has a “boo boo on her heart” and enthusiastically proclaimed that she would miss her when she goes to the hospital but would see her soon.
As much as I want to fast forward to the future, I am acutely aware of these fleeting moments in time.
I keep thinking, “I want this to be over. I want this to be over.”
But if I keep rushing through the days leading up to surgery, I’m missing what’s right in front of me. There’s a sense of happiness and positivity radiating off my children, which I’d like to bottle and hold close to my heart.
Vanessa, Is the day on Thursday? I will be “with” you. Claire
Yup, the big day is Thursday. Thank you for the support!!
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Please think of Emmy today and her whole family.
Great photos of both of your daughters. Emmy’s photo looks like she’s saying, “Whew!” and who could blame her. Good luck to Emmy. She’s gonna do great! (And so will you, Vanessa!)
Haha — yes, it does look like she’s saying “Whew”! I just hope I’m still standing after this is all over. (Whew)
You are so much in my thoughts and prayers. My hearts aches for you during this time of anticipation.
Thank you, Wanda! The waiting is so difficult.