Hannah-Banana was watching the clock. Waiting for the nurses to come get her. Everyone who saw her that morning complimented her on her fabulous nails. We were trying to keep her busy and not think about food (following the “you can’t eat after midnight” rule). Lincoln logs, play doh, and even potholder looms. That’s right, I said potholder looms…it’s actually quite therapeutic weaving those potholders. Over, under, over, under. She was having her IV port placed near her neck so she kept asking how the doctor was going to do it? Needed to know exactly where the port was going to be. It will only feel like a few seconds, right Mommy? Right, Hannah…don’t worry. You’ll be fine. My inside voice was SCREAMING, WHY MY BABY!?!?
Anesthesia was a whole another story. I will not write about it. It’s a memory, unfortunately, I will NEVER forget. Never.
Fast forward 2 hours later ~ Hannah is coming out of anesthesia. I was worried because the last time she went through something like this, it was one of those…I will not write about it. It’s a memory, unfortunately, I will NEVER forget. Never…
BUT this time, HANNAH-BANANA WAS AMAZING!! AMAZING!!! Do you HEAR me folks??? AMAZING!!!! She could hear us talking around her, feel her daddy rubbing her hand. And then she spoke.
We got my strong, brave, courageous, ‘twinkle of my eye’ some damn chicken wings.