Surgery: Part I

Anytime something happens to your child, your heart clenches and you worry... but when it's something that you have to prepare for, know you're heading to the hospital, and know that your baby will be in pain afterwards- well, the emotions snowball. We knew from the first couple days that Chase was going to have to have this surgery, not that we cared at that point because we were focusing on the bigger, more important issues- and in going home. But now that time has come that he's old enough and after a couple visits to the specialist, it's time to get it done.

*If you want to know the details of the reason and what the surgery is for, email me, for a variety of reasons I haven't felt like specifying on the blog.

But- it isn't something too serious as far as for his health, while it is necessary, so we have to do it eventually. Waiting longer is only prolonging the inevitable, and I would hate to have him remember the details of it all... especially Mom being a basketcase.

The worst part of this for me, aside from anticipating the recovery, and in preparing for the arrival - he cannot eat before because he'll be going under the anesthesia, luckily since he's exclusively breastfed, he can eat sooner than formula-fed babies- so I have to wake him at 3am tonight to feed him his last meal before the surgery tomorrow morning. The anesthesia is what concerns me... I guess I've watched/read too much from school, I am simply paranoid. Plus I know he's going to be in shock about not being able to eat, about being in a strange place, and me not being able to hold him the whole time... it's just going to break my heart to hear and see him cry and not be able to rescue him right away...

I know I'll have a bunch to say and share tomorrow, but for now I'm going to snuggle my bug and fill him up while I can!