This week I’m having surgery (woohoo) and I’ve asked a few friends to pop by here and post in my absence because who knows what I’ll write about while hopped upon pain medication. I figure if you aren’t allowed to drive, you probably should not be writing on your blog either . I’ll see you back here next week, in the meantime, today’s post is written by Mia who can usually be found making much ado about nothing. This is the second update for today.
Although I promised unicorns and rainbows, this first mid-morning update involves typical ‘when it rains it pours’ scenarios that we mamas know oh-too-well!
Brit’s surgery was moved from 12 noon to 2 pm, which was the first glitch. For Brit, of course, this means NO FOOD FOR TWO MORE HOURS and, also, WHY CAN’T I JUST GO HOME until much later in the evening. This all means that she will be leaving for the hospital check-in around 11 am instead of around 9 am.
Now, as can happen, this scheduling change holds some unexpected benefits. Chief among them? Time to squeeze in a doctor’s visit for Moo. Oh, did I not mention that? Yeah, it seems Moo is developing a small ~ wee, really ~ case of possible bronchitis. So, much of last night was spent with a Big Boy who was trying to forcibly remove a lung through coughing, while also working up a decently sized fever.
Honestly, I can’t help but think it was a gift (provided that he doesn’t actually have bronchitis, of course) because instead of worrying about today, and the sad anticipation of a long recovery, she was able to spend these last few precious hours as an active mama, well, mothering, instead of worrying. Being able to take care of him, being there when her babe needed her, it’s the most powerful gift a mom can give…and get.
In typical Brit fashion, of course, she crawled into bed after soothing Moo and moving him from the puddle of sheets, and her mind started skipping ahead…there is just no way, no way, if Moo has bronchitis, that he will be able to stay here in the house with her while she’s recovering. Even with the loving support of family and friends, the risk of infection would be just too great. She rolled over, poked Scott, and, amidst his grunting and snoring, propped his eyes open with her fingertips. “Scott….Scott!…Listen, if Moo can’t come home tonight, if he has to stay at your mom’s house until the bronchitis is gone…Scott! Listen to me!…If he’s there for a week, you need to go set up a video camera, one of those nanny-cams? Because I need to be able to see him and talk to him.”
Confident that he will remember this in the morning (I got your back, Scott!), she rested. And this morning, as she readies Wah for pre-school, and Moo for the doctor’s, and herself for her surgery, I am so happy for her that she is spending these last few hours pre-surgery doing exactly what she loves to do, wrapped in support from the man she loves. Somebody else can wash those sweaty sheets; she’s got hugs to give out and brows to wipe and encouragement to give.
Rainy Day Women #12 and 35 ~ Bob Dylan