it's over
everything went very well. and every minute of this day is printed in my memory with impeccable clarity. yet a two-day intensive search has failed to find appropriate words to relate it with complete authenticity and grace. I think I'm still digesting the whole experience. and of course, learning from it.
I remained so calm it was almost outrageous. pacing and tramping around the halls, I prayed for my son with an unsuspected ability to withstand fear and anxiety. and as he melted in my arms half an hour later, without any of the predicted and much dreaded anesthesia side effects -such as nose and ear bleeding and frequent vomiting- I could not find a proper and decent way to express my profound gratitude. it was as if nobody could touch his spirit. he was there. my little boy. and it was over.
in the evening, my hectic and energetic when-did-he-ever-have-an-adenoidectomy son was back and jauntily playing with his brother in the living-room. and just like that, the momster collapsed in the kitchen. exhausted. but blessed beyond belief. and thankful. so thankful.
Jul 15, 2005
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Hugs and kisses from across the sea
Steph.