The Price of Good Intentions
Last night I got my girl bathed and dressed for bed. Our usual nightly routine. Then we began our other routine in prep for the morning hustle to get out the door for a 6 am arrival time at Day Surgery. The routine is necessary. We discuss what will happen to her once her surgery begins. Who will be with her. Possible things she might feel and hear. I explain that they may not know what she is requesting through her attempts to sign or her sounds as she comes out of anesthesia and that she may not know where she is, but mom and dad will be close by, just waiting to get to her. I reassure her that even though she will not know the people she is with during surgery, they care for her deeply and have her best interest at heart. They will be as gentle as possible. And as always, this is the point where I cry. I apologize to her for making decisions on her behalf, all based on the good intentions of doing what is b...