Mr. LBB and I woke up this morning to Boo yelling from the living room for us to please not wake up because she didn’t want us to see what she was writing in her new diary. We weren’t awake until she asked us not to be awake. Classic.
Mr. LBB rolled over, put his hand on my arm, and said “Dear God, thank you for keeping my wife here with me.”
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It’s one year to the day since I went in for surgery at Loma Linda University. I call it the day that never was….because I was under anesthesia. Funny how that works……you close your eyes and it seems like only a second passes before you wake up again. No idea how long you were under.
When I was moved out of ICU I remember Lisa calling Mr. LBB and asking if she could share an update with everyone…..and I asked him to write something on the blog. And he did. You know….you worry about me….and I worry about you right back….that’s why I love this little online community.
I was thinking about those few days at Loma Linda last night and just about gave myself a panic attack. My mind started going to what Mr. LBB and Boo’s life might be like if that night had taken a different turn. It’s stuff you never want to admit that you think about: would they be living somewhere else? who would go to Boo’s Mother’s Day activities at school? Life goes on…..
A year ago yesterday I would have told you that surgery was no big deal. I’d recover quickly and then I’d be on my way to getting pregnant again. You think you are invincible and then you lose a crucial organ that’s necessary for reproduction.
Boo asks for a brother or sister almost every day in some way. On her biography poem for school in September she wrote on the line asking about her siblings: I have a brother named Diesel. Sigh…..her “brother” is an elderly dog. [Read more…]
