Valentine's Day dawned and with it, Lilah's surgery. The O.R. was actually running ahead of schedule due to some last minute cancellations. so we were in and out of the hospital in under two hours, from start to finish. Lilah was a rockstar. By which I mean she raised a little hell and took no prisoners.
I learned that I'm not the only one who thinks Lilah is insanely strong for her size- it took three of us to hold her arms just so that they could put numbing cream on her hands where they would later insert the IV catheter. More than one nurse commented on her freakish strength.
|We are not amused.|
But it wasn't long until she was back to desecrating books with a red crayon (it was Valentine's Day afterall):
I hear your roar, sweetie. You have every right to feel concerned. Lilah is unstoppable! She'll have both eyes squirting out tears in no time (mostly for not getting her way)...
Melodrama suggests a disproportionate reaction. You're just being a great mum- true this surgery is routine, but not for you and your crew. Be kind to yourself. Pack some chocolate for the waiting room.(I think I may have taken that last suggestion a little too seriously. What? People offered heartfelt advice. Is was my duty to follow it to the letter. Note to self: will need to log in some extra cardio hours this week.)
I am also reading "Vanishing Acts" by Jodi Picoult. An overarching theme of all her novels is motherhood, and this particular quote spoke to me in this week:
Okay, that's it for the hand-wringing and "woe-is-me"-ing. I promise. It's safe to say Lilah recovered much more quickly from the ordeal than her mommy and daddy did. And so far, the eye looks great. If it's stays clear over the next couple of weeks, we can go ahead and assume it won't cause her any more trouble. A relief, to say the least!
When you're pregnant, you an think of nthing but having your own body to yourself again; yet aferiving birth you realize tha the biggest part of you is now somehow external, subject to all sors of dangers and disappearance, so you spend th rest of your life trying to figure out how to keep her close enough for comfort.