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I think my heart may have stopped beating for 5 minutes. All that was needed to resuscitate me was the sound of my child screaming crying.
Our ENT came out after the operation (that took 40 minutes), to tell us it went well and that Zander is in the recovery room. Our hospital is small and we have been there a zillion too many times. We know where the sound of the nurse’s voice will come from. We can always recognise our child waking up.
Today we could hear the nurse calling his name but no response from him. For 10 minutes! My heart stopped beating. Tommie was ready to walk through the surgery doors and look for Zander himself. Then I heard that beautiful scream cry of my very own baby boy.
I ran to the door to take him from the arms of the nurse. To tell him that he did well and I love him and I’m glad to have him back in my arms.
It all did go well. He is handling the pain “okay”. He has had Coke to drink, had crisps to eat. Even biltong and dinner that my mom made.
I was pretty emotional today. I was sitting waiting, so close to crying when the ENT came out to say that Zander is out and they are ready to start with the procedure. Then I cried. I told him that I need him to take extra special care of my little boy. When he walked away I just cried and cried.
I’m not normally this emotional when my boys go in for operations but today I was. Very much so.
I love this photo that I took of Zander and Tommie, right before they took him in.