So surgery happened on Wednesday at 9:45 am. In my last post I was feeling very positive and relaxed. In the two days before the surgery or so I was not. It is an entirely new feeling. I can know with my logical brain that it is a very common surgery and there was every likelihood things will go smoothly and she will recover just fine and this will fix most of her issues. Will somebody please tell that to my gut, because for days it was like it I was twisted in knots and something was eating at me from the inside out. When I held her and looked into her innocent eyes knowing that she had no understanding of what was about to happen it hurt my heart.
|Me holding Tara right before her surgery. She had not been allowed to eat 6 hrs before her surgery. I expected her to be pissed off and crying but instead she was calm and collected, unlike her Mommy!|
|Tara 2 days before surgery|
|She will have a scar, but it will lessen as she grows and is not all that big.|
|This pic sums up my life right now pretty well|
I hope by the midpoint of next week she'll be weaned off the ventilator and her pain is lessened enough so that she can be held, but as the anesthesiologist told me before the surgery "Tara is in charge of what happens next."