It's the night before S. D.'s surgery, and I admit it, I have a huge, heaping case of the nervous mommies. I know it's a routine procedure. Thousands of kids have been through it without a problem. I know she needs it. The fluid in her ears is really causing her a lot of ear pain. This is a child that doesn't complain unless it really hurts, and she's complaining. She's good natured about it, but she's complaining nonetheless.
I find myself wishing that I had the blind faith in doctors that my parents' generation had. My dad would have been 88 today; my mom would have turned 84 this year. With them, my mother especially, if the doctor said it, that was it. Total trust was given. For me all of the what if statistics are running through my head. I know that other than the ear infections and acid reflux, she's a very healthy kid. She's also being seen by one of the best pediatric otolaryngologists in the area. The chances of anything going wrong are incredibly remote, but still the what if's are plaguing me.
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