Seven minutes in the waiting room, the nurse called, "Scarlett's parents?" I jumped up like a kid waiting to ride a carnival ride. The doctor was ready to see us. They told us that she did excellent but most likely she would wake up from anesthesia inconsolable and that we shouldn't be alarmed. I braced for the worse. As they walked us to the post-op room, I remember thinking, 'I don't want her to wake up and think we aren't there. I want her to see us and know we are there.' As the double doors swung open, we saw a curly-haired babe swaying a bit in the nurses arms, smiling and waving her orange popsicle. "Mama! I got orange!" her little voice hollered to us. I ran to her and squeezed her little, floppy body. She was as happy as can be.
The nurse shook her head smiling, "They rarely wake up like this."
I wouldn't expect anything less from my little rebel. She is brave and fearless. I envy her in that way.
My tiny girl has been doing wonderful since the surgery. She has been happier and seems lighter, more free in many ways. As if she knew that she wouldn't have to take medicine any longer and as if she could sense that those hard days were in the past. She did get sick this weekend with a cold and I am thrilled to say that we did not have to go to the doctors! Her little body fought it off all on it's own. I thank God for this….truly.
It feels wonderful and almost strange to not have to rely on antibiotics to heal her. It's a relief unlike any other. I have been trying to rest up myself, make sure I keep ahead of the mono that I was diagnosed with a couple weeks ago-But it's definitely a hard task when you have a toddler, a naughty pup and full-time job. I wasn't aware how long that this nasty virus can last! Most days I dream of what it was like to work part-time again. Some days I try to remember what it felt like to want to work at all. As I bank every bit of money that I make in an account labeled, Scarlett, I try to keep positive, knowing it's for her. I want her to have opportunity. Some days I feel my body begging to lay down and just sleep….for hours. I struggle to keep my eyes open and tell myself, this is the mono and it will pass. And so life goes on.
By the end of the week, I felt like a hundred pounds had been taken off of my shoulders. Such weight I had been carrying around for weeks. Worry about Scarlett, worry about Ty and I, and a lot of unsure feelings. When I laid down Sunday night next to Ty, it was like it all went away and finally, things were looking up for once. Life is full of those, right? Ups and Downs. I should be aware of them and not freak out every time a hill gets in our way. Yet, they do make the journey interesting and we always come out just where we belong. I have a lot to be thankful for. I'm very much aware of that. As this weekend comes to an end, I'm thankful that I can hold my family tight and exhale, knowing that everything's going to be alright……
PS. Scarlett's 3rd Birthday photos will be up soon :)