The Wait

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This morning we came up to the hospital somewhat prepared to send our little Bogey to surgery (Those plant animals are right outside the front door of the hospital. At this moment I feel like I should go down there and prune them.  With my own two hands. That should eat up some time right??).  We staked out our waiting spot (which is the most coveted spot on the second floor—it’s a first come first serve kind of spot, and believe me, we are always first come! :)  and then walked with the surgical nurses to the OR.  Just outside that area, I gave my little guy a happy birthday kiss (2 months old today!!) and a kiss for good measure, and then the doors closed and I was left standing there…I didn’t even know it, but I was crying.  Some kind nurses found me some tissue and guided us back to the second floor to wait.

And so we are.

Waiting.

If you look at your watch, is it ticking, or is time standing still for everyone?? 

If I were a nervous eater, I’d be eating my way to the next season of the Biggest Loser.  If I were a pacer,
 I’d have worn a hole in the carpet by now.  If I were a nail biter, I’d be way beyond my fingernails, probably going at Ace’s or anyone else’s. 

When I get nervous, I usually find serenity in a Diet Coke.  Today, it’s a whole different story.  This is a whole new ballgame.  I can’t quite find anything to focus on except clock to make sure it’s working (but I’m still drinking Diet Coke…I’m not quite ready to give up on the theory that it makes me calm.  I just don’t think I’m getting enough.) 

                         

I’ve got a system going now…hey, don’t judge.  The cans are small, they technically shouldn’t even count as drinks—they’re more like swallows.  That’s why the 8 pack can easily be diminished in a moments time…and when I say a moment, I mean 2 hours or more, because today, that’s how long a moment lasts.

We are feeling the prayers of our friends and family.  We cannot express enough how much we appreciate those prayers.  It may seem like such a small thing, but that is the ONLY way we are enduring this—through faith and prayers…


and waiting.





(photos by Kristy Perkins Photography)