All Is Grace

she had surgery today. it was relatively minor, but required general anesthesia and hydrocodone follow-up. it was significant enough that i had to put her in the hands of medical professionals i have never met for several hours, had to wait patiently while she went through 45 minutes of surgery and an hour and a half of recovery, an hour and 45 minutes of her sleeping in her day surgery room, and she had to be wheeled out of the hospital while i went to get the car.

she is fine.

sore, but fine. 

it didn’t really hit me until the very nice nurse wheeled her into surgery that sometimes…things DON’T turn out so great in small, minor surgical situations. i clicked through the memories of tv dramas when a tiny thing turned into a patient dying on the table. when a person suddenly had an allergic response to a previously-undiagnosed medication. when complications arose. when NO ONE saw it coming. all i could do was sit in the waiting room and…

…wait. 

i have control issues.

but she is fine. and she was fine. and the call from the doctor at the end of surgery indicated exactly that. and the call from recovery telling me she would be right back to her room agreed. and the aftercare instructions encouraged the same. we got home and she slept most of the day…we’re watching Duck Dynasty (after a viewing of Despicable Me 2), and she kept down her chicken and rice…so, despite the dizzy head and the brief throwing up spell in the afternoon, i think we’re ok. 

now. we’re ok now. 

Momma had a few moments earlier. 

Momma kept her mouth shut,  but…she had moments.

despite the 4:30 wake-up call, the 6:00 call time 30 minutes away, and sitting in a waiting room for 5 hours…i pounded the pavement for a while this afternoon…my brain just spun while i ran. i could have lost my girl today.

but i didn’t.

i am so grateful. so blessed. 

my perfect girl…more perfect today. she is the only one who cares about this new perfection… 🙂 …but that is important. and i’m just grateful for her. for her safety. for the protection wrapped around her. for skillful hands, and sweet spirited nurses and aids. for pavement pounding clarity (and calorie burn/step goals achieved!). 

i am grateful for tonight. i will be grateful for my bed…and grateful for an early wake-up for my own medical follow-up…yay for bloodwork, even if it means bruises!! but tonight…she is well. she made it through. and tomorrow is another day. 

i hope to remember to be grateful for that one too.

and if i forget to tell you about her anesthesia-induced dream…you should ask her. 😉