Are We Resting?
Our son had a minor, routine surgery the other day and I guarantee it was more traumatic for my husband and I than it was for him. He is just over a year old and while much can be said about the surgery process as a whole and what it is like to be in the waiting room, watching that screen and hoping the colors documenting the stage of surgery move right on along like they should and that surgeon barreling through the door isn’t for you, what struck me most about that whole day was the moment right when he was waking up from the anesthesia. As my son went under, I got to bunny suit it up and hold him, quietly reminding him that he wasn’t alone and that we loved him as they put the gas mask on and he went to sleep. After all was said and done in the OR, the surgeon came and got both my husband and me as they were wheeling little man to the PACU and we could hear him blasting those healthy lungs as we popped back through the patients-only section. He’s covered in wires--IV and heart rate ...
