Thursday, March 5, 2015

Thoughts on Being a Mom

It was snowing again as we got into the car. Luckily my husband took the morning off of work - I hate driving in the snow. The three of us sat quietly and headed toward the surgical center. She's 18 already - taller than me now, but she's still my baby. It's nothing serious, I keep telling myself. Still, watching her walk away from me into the prep area I feel tears fill my eyes. Slowly I walk back to my husband and we say nothing, just hold hands. Minutes pass and I can't help myself. "Is there any way I can see her...?" I ask the kind women at the front desk. "She's my baby." They both give me that look, they understand. A moment later I'm taken back to see her. She's laying in the bed, already hooked up to an IV. She sees me and a tear falls down her cheek. "I'm here, baby."

Thirty minutes later - though it felt like days had passed - we're both back in recovery with her. The doctor is there telling us it doesn't appear to be anything serious but we have to wait for the test results. I look at my husband and I see tears filling his eyes. Our daughter, our baby. She's okay.

7 comments:

  1. Happy to hear she's okay! I really don't know how I'm going to be able to handle it if anything happens to my little girl.

    ReplyDelete
  2. This is such a perfect little vignette, a scene captured with just the right tension and detail. I"m so glad to hear you got good news!

    ReplyDelete
  3. This is a powerful post on motherhood. I hope your baby is okay.

    ReplyDelete
  4. Parenting- by far the hardest job on earth!

    ReplyDelete
  5. Always your baby. Pray all is well.

    ReplyDelete
  6. Wonderful news!!!! Celebrate family!!!!
    Digital Bonnnir

    ReplyDelete
  7. That has to be the hardest thing - to have our babies wheeled away and we have no control. Glad to hear she is okay.

    ReplyDelete