Nervous Nelly

I'm taking Emily for a CT scan today.  The doctor wants a look at her brain because she's having headaches.  It's not such a big deal, except that she has to be under general anesthesia.  I know she'll be fine.  But this is when I really have to remind myself that no matter what God is in control.  It's scary sending your child off to the care of another.  To be helpless in a waiting room and to pray she wakes up. 

Everything is always a little different with children with disabilities.  Their bodies respond differently to medications.  Their lungs are more fragile.  Their mothers are just a little more nervous when their babies are wheeled away.  I believe she will be wheeled back in, but I'm never sure.

I know none of us are ever really sure, but when you have children with medical problems, the never really sure drifts toward a border of reality sometimes. 

So I pray, I'm a bit of a Nervous Nelly--and I let her go.

I should also say that I forgot to figure out how Hannah was going to get to school while I am at the hospital with Emily, so she will be late.... I need a new name.. Remember Rene or Prepared Pat or something that gets everyone where they need to be on time!