Only with not quite the same enthusiasm as my last post of the same title. In about 15 minutes, I'll be leaving for the hospital to have the ever painful gall bladder removed from my body. Until last night, I was actually pretty excited about this, as it has been causing me so much pain, I'm just ready to get rid of it.
Last night, however, we decided that we should tell Nicolas that I was having the surgery. I'm not expecting anything to go wrong, but just in case it does, I would hate for him to come home from school unaware that there was ever anything going on to begin with. He just thought I was going to the doctor.
So, in VERY simple terms, we explained that I was going in for surgery, they would cut my belly, take out the gall bladder, sew it back up and by the time he gets home from school I should be resting on the couch.
Out of literally nowhere...he says..."you might die!" And the waterworks began.
Now I know I've discussed with a few of my closest friends that surgery is surgery and I'm fully aware of the fact that sometimes things go wrong...but NOT with my 5-year old!
He was completely distraught over it for the rest of the evening and I rocked him to sleep with him asking me to please ask the doctor to not kill me...he doesn't want a new mommy...
Gut wrenching.
So, for any of you out there reading this...if, God forbid, something should go wrong this morning, please make sure that Nicolas knows that his mommy loves him and his daddy more than life itself. In time, he may also want to know that his mommy loves Jesus and knows without a doubt that he died on a cross just for her and that when she dies, whenever that is, she will be living with him for eternity and watching Nicolas grow into a respectable young man, who will love and honor Jesus in all that he does (my prayer), from the vast heavens...
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