Aaron is going in for what will be his first outpatient procedure post birth. He will be under anesthesia. I am feeling fine that he is going in for this procedure. I really liked the doctor that we met with and it is something we need to have done.
I talked to my mom and she is going to come down that night and stay for a few days so that I can work from home and be there for him but that she can ultimately take care of him for me. It was a plan and it all sounded good.
The other night when talking to my mom she said, “Alyssa…dad and I were thinking that maybe I should be there to sit with you during the procedure so you are not in the waiting room by yourself.”
The thought itself is proof of how wonderful my parents really are. They are always thinking about me and making sure I am OK. I am blessed beyond belief having them as my parents.
My response was “I didn’t even think about that…yes I would appreciate it if you could sit with me.” I try to hold in my emotion before thanking her again and then hanging up the phone.
I hadn’t even thought about being in the waiting room by myself. Knowing the procedure is safe it didn’t even cross my mind that I will have a groggy 3 year old. Nevermind how sitting in hospitals isn’t something I do for fun and can and probably will set off a few triggers.
After I got off the phone with her I broke down in tears. Why? I wasn’t all the sudden scared about the procedure. Tears fell because I was humbled. That in a moment I didn’t even imagine would be difficult, there was someone thinking about me and most of all willing to sit with me.