The "Hopstital"

How is it that the scariest moments for a mama are when it will be for the best for your baby?  Friday qualified for one of these times.  Gavin was schedule for a tonsillectomy/adnoidectomy and tubes to be put into his ears.  In most cases, this is an outpatient procedure and kids go home within hours of the whole shebang.  Friday, the doctor prepared us to spend the night as she wanted to monitor him closely because he is younger than most other candidates.  We are so glad she made this decision as he was not eating or drinking and we would have, surely, been returning to the hospital due to dehydration. 

Prior to the surgery, it felt as though my heart was beating out of my chest as all I could think about was all the scary stuff that could happen.  Anxiety feels like such a weak word for the whole event.  It is a simple procedure, but a mama just worries.  There is nothing like watching your baby be miserable and hurting.  (It makes me reflect on another mama I know who has to endure so much more with her baby.)  After 1 1/2 days of hospital worries, we left knowing that all would be well, ending with this quote from Gavin..."thank you for coming to the hopstital with me, I lub you."  If we just hold onto each other and love, love, love, all will be right with the world.  "You are welcome my darling, I love you too." I wouldn't be anywhere else.