I love the beach. It is one of my absolute favorite places to go. Although I was happy to be there with my family, it was somewhat of a difficult week. Don't get me wrong, we had an excellent time, but all the while, we knew what would be happening in a few short days. It was so much fun watching my four-year-old build sand castles, catch the waves with his daddy, and swim like a fish in the swimming pool. I loved taking Lynley down to the beach for short intervals to experience it for the first time. I loved basking in family time...all of us out of the house together making memories! There was no reason to believe that she would not survive the surgery, but it IS a high risk surgery for anyone. There are no guarantees. No one could tell me with certainty that Lynley would be around for many beach trips to come. I tried not to dwell on that, but it never fully leaves your mind no matter how much fun you are having.
There is no place I would have rather spent the "calm before the storm." I hugged my two kiddos a little bit tighter each day, and enjoyed family time a little more as the time grew shorter. I wasn't about to take one single minute for granted. I spent portions of the time in tears dreading the future, but I also spent much of the time with a peace (that I know only God could give).
We got home on a Friday and we were scheduled to be at the hospital on Sunday for check in as the surgery was Monday morning, June 11, 2012. On Sunday about 11:00 A.M., we left in our van with little Lynley and left our other precious boy at home with my parents. The moment nearly took my breath away. I'm pretty sure I cried most of the way to Birmingham. This was really happening, and the reality of it was painful...very, very painful!
| In the hospital room the night before surgery |
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