Just typing the number is making my stomach knot. Darling husband is coming home to take her to the appointment.
He keeps asking me about what I’m doing, when my classes are and what I have due this week. He’s done everything but flat out ask me, ‘Why, when he’s crazy busy at work, is he coming home to take his much loved eldest daughter to this appointment? Why can’t the stay-at-home Mom/student do it?’
So, I’m telling you. He’s taking her because his wife is a wimp.
Yep, that would be me.
Eldest daughter had a bad experience with a Doctor and a needle when she was about four. She has completely freaked out about needles ever since. Today’s surgery will not be easy for her.
I went to the consult appointment; actually I went to all three because I wanted a few opinions. She cried at each one. I didn’t cry but it was close.
I don’t do well at medical procedures with my kids. They scare me, and I in turn scare my children. In my case, I think avoidance and denial is good. Darling Hubby going in with daughter all calm and confident in my opinion is the better option. Sorry Hubby, but I need you for this one.
They’re giving darling daughter a sedative today before she goes in to have the surgery. When I asked if they could give me one too, they just looked at me kinda funny.
So, I will stay home this afternoon, work on the paper I have due tomorrow and worry. I will be here when she gets back and all the scary parts are over.
Maybe I’ll take her shopping if she’s up to it. Dental surgery and retail therapy – that sounds good, doesn’t it? She is after all much too young for wine.