Oops. Did We Say Tuesday?

Nyana’s surgery has been bumped to Thursday. I’m not certain of the real reason behind the delay—the nurse told me it was a scheduling mix-up and the doctor told me it was an emergency cardiac procedure—but reasons don’t really matter; I was mentally prepared for it to be today, Nyana’s Army rallied in the hugest way today, and Nyana was given an IV drip and starved for eight hours in anticipation of her procedure today. Don had booked Wednesday off from work and had to persuade a co-worker to give up the vacation day on Friday that she’d booked off more than a month ago.

So instead of recovering from surgery, Nyana and I spent the afternoon—and then Nyana and Don spent the evening—cuddling and playing the best two can while being cognizant of a miniature IV line in a miniature wrist. It’s been more than five months since she’s had an IV, and to be perfectly honest, I didn’t even clue in that she’d need one for the surgery (duh!) until Don sent me a text last night with a photo of the pump and a caption: This guy’s back. I was just relieved to walk in this morning and find the IV line in her wrist and not in her scalp.

I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t frustrated about being bumped, but when she’s less than a week away from spending more time in the NICU than she did in utero, what’s another 48 hours? I’m not frustrated that today’s mix-up/emergency has added an extra two days to our stay; I’m frustrated that I have to relive all the emotions from this morning all over again. Anxiety and stress and worry and fear, all wrought with a sense of just hurry up and get this over with, already. I was looking at other commuters on the bus on my way up to the hospital, wondering what kind of days they were all headed off to. Surely none of them were off to face anything like I was about to face. I suppose, though, that this is what I signed up for when I set out to be a mum: finding that fine balance of holding it all together on the outside while inside you’re panicking your way through an irrational anxiety attack.

Don and I have the utmost appreciation for each and every one of you—everyone who took the time to post a comment here, or who wrote on our Facebook walls or sent us an email. Every one of you who stopped for a moment to think of our little Babygirl and our little family; all of you who said a prayer for us and added us to prayer chains and circles at your church. I spent nearly an hour this morning reading through well-wishes for Don and Nyana and me, and I’m so sorry that it was all for naught. Nyana’s Army sent more than enough love this morning to carry us through until we get her home, and beyond. I’m touched and flattered that my life and my family—so inconsequential in the grand scheme of things—can have such a profound impact on so many people, by doing nothing more than what any person would do in the same situation.

From the bottom of our hearts, thank you more than you know for being along for the ride with us. Love to every single one of you!

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About Mrs. B

Wife, mother, marketer--not always in that order. Lover of fine food, good company, and exceptional grammar. Mother of one former micro-preemie and one full-term monster baby. Building childhood memories in Vancouver's suburbs.
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11 Responses to Oops. Did We Say Tuesday?

  1. Diana says:

    Well-wishes and love don’t spoil if not refrigerated. Even if they did, we’d all be happy to do it again. Hope you were able to lessen the anxiety for one more day!

  2. twiggy says:

    My prayers are going for you all. Nyana’s army is here no matter how long those darn Dr’s. take.

  3. a lovely post, as per usual.

    I hate that they can “bump” people. I understand the concept behind it, and it makes sense – I mean, if I was hurt or dying I’d love it if someone who wasn’t would give me their place – but it still bites.

    Thursday will be a good day and we’re not going anywhere. We’ll be behind you then, just as we were yesterday. ox

  4. Juju says:

    Never fear, we’ll do it all over again tomorrow. That’s what armies do.

    Smoochies,
    Juju

  5. Diane says:

    The waiting is usually the worst part for me. I’m sorry you have to do it all over again.
    In the mean time, the prayers will continue and the good wishes will grow.
    Hugs,
    Diane

  6. Lynn Duncan says:

    Don’t worry! Our caring and concern for your little family wasn’t time limited to Tuesday.. love stretches infinitely, you know.

  7. Jackie (jmm) says:

    We are here for the long haul, with prayers, cyberhugs or whatever we can do. We have really come to love our little princess and her family.

  8. Mary Ward says:

    I don’t think it was all for naught. Every prayer and bits of love can’t hurt any time. Nyana has many people who love her and her parents.

  9. Shannon says:

    I hate that you were given 2 excuses. But sending love for Thursday!

  10. Stacey says:

    Just popped in from “A Foster Family”. Wanting to say that your story bring tears to my eyes, but hope for your family and bringing your baby girl home 🙂 Good luck on thursday!

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