This has nothing to do with writing. And everything to do with being a mommy.
I’ve known for a while that Little Bear was going to need to have surgery. But it was scheduled for June 6th. I had time to prepare myself. It got moved up today. To tomorrow.
Our surgeon is 7 months pregnant, and she wanted to make sure she got to him before she went on maternity leave.
I am…nauseous, is the best way to describe it. It’s a very routine surgery, with an almost 100% success rate. Still, I can’t help be nervous. As, I would think, any mother would be (no matter age) any time their child has to go under anesthesia.
There isn’t really any point to this post, except as a place for me to vent and express how completely FREAKED OUT I am.
I feel a little better now, thanks y’all.