8 Days and I'm scared. I'm anxious. I'm irrationally scared.
Palate repair means so much. I know it isn't a "major" thing such as heart surgery or brain surgery or something of that magnitude, but it doesn't help me to not be afraid. I do believe I've had quite enough of surgeries. I'm concerned that there are issues that will need further attention. Not to mention I've taken this crazy leap out of my comfort zone from the hospital I'm so familiar with into a place I've never even been before. I'm worried and I pray. Casting my cares upon my Lord. I guess I must not really give it to him or these feelings wouldn't remain.
I guess, though, that I'm probably "normal" (notice I put that word in quotes, as it is objectional) in my feelings as noone should ever have a comfort level with placing their child in the position of letting there child's breathing be controlled by a machine. That with surgery there are always inherent risks.
8 days and the wind of change begins.