Coburn Kids

I have a full week filled with fun things such as the Circus, a Fun Run at Gena’s school, a Women’s Show Expo with my mom, the girls Primary Program practice, then their actual Primary Program on Sunday, a ward Ice Cream Social, my brother’s housewarming party and so forth. I have other not-so-fun things such as another Preemie Clinic to see the neurologist with Caden, his phone call on Friday from Primary Children’s so that I can find out the time of his surgery.

My husband told me of a man at his work who’s wife was completely distraught when her own son had to go in for surgery for ear tubes.  It makes me stop and think, that I consider this surgery (he’s having his palate prosthesis removed to) to be a minor one. Not even worth the time to really worry about it.  Yet I do, because surgery never gets routine.  I think my heart starts racing because I’m thinking of his big surgery coming up in October. Where he’ll be on that operating table for 3+ hours. His tiny body on that big bed, sleeping while his plastic surgeon slices/repairs and closes everything up. For me, the moment your surgeon walks into that waiting room after your child’s surgery is one of the most heart-wrenching, scary, and tense moments of your life.

It’s as if time slows down. You watch the doctor’s walk. His body movement. His facial expression. Is he giving anything away? Is he going to say the dreaded words of “Let’s go into another room and talk” or the words “He did great! No problems”. At that moment you have every emotion running through you and you are just waiting to let out a sigh, a gasp, something… anything.  For me, the moment is more intense then the walk back to see your child in the recovery room.

I was nervous to see Caden after his lip repair.  What would he look like?  Would I still recognize that little face? Would he be crying? Would he still be asleep? But I all ready knew that he was fine. That everything went well. So much of the tension had all ready passed.  The same with his feeding tube.

I know other parents that their moment of tension is handing the child off to the nurse or doctor.  For others it’s the waiting room.  For other’s it walking back to see their child after their surgery.  It’s probably different for every parent but for me, hands down, the moment the doctor walks in after the surgery.

7 more days until I feel that moment again.