My daughter is in surgery. I think one of the hardest things I have done is walk her in, hold her while they try to find a vein, then move to the second hand, then epidural, then oxygen and finally watch her eyes close. She got in a good eye roll towards the end.
We grump and we argue, but gosh, I love this child-almost-woman. Who will be in such pain when she wakes but, I hope, have a beautifully reshaped chest. It must be documented that we both owe each other chocolate for the bet over whether the doctors would wear blue or green scrubs!
Oh Lord, guide their hands!
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