As you all know from my post yesterday that "Aunt" Janna was delivering her little girl, Laurie Jane via c-section at Baylor Hospital Dallas this morning.
So, Luke and I trekked down there around 12:30pm. ish...Had to give her a little time for the anesthesia to wear off before we bombarded her with hugs and kisses.
As I drove up to take my parking ticket to park at the underground parking lot at Baylor, Luke began crying hysterically. I immediately turned around and said, "What's wrong sweetie, why are you crying?". He just kept screaming. It dawned on me...he thought Mommy was going back into the hospital. It's amazing how perceptive he was at where we were. He associated the parking and the big hospital building with Mommy's going to be gone for another 8 wks. I wanted to cry myself. I assured him that Mommy was NOT going into the hospital to stay and that we would park in the outside lot. I backed up and found a place that was not underground.
After our visit to Aunt Janna we raced back to McKinney to mommies Hematologist appt. We were held up on 75 for over 45 minutes, in an enormous traffic jam, due to a freaking police chase which turned out to be a man trying to get his sick and dying cat to the vet (so he says) He just kept going, hoping the cops would stop following him, as he weaved in and out of traffic at speeds in excess of 80+ mph. Yeah right! They eventually spiked his tires.
Now for the even sadder news. When we went in to see the Dr. I was telling him about my hospital and surgery debacle, since I'd last been to see him. Upon the utterance of the word, "HOSPITAL" Luke again began to cry, clutched my arm, buried his head in my shoulder and said, "Mommy, no hospital--I sad!" I almost lost it. The boy was only 2 when I went through all of the crazy surgery stuff, but it left an indelible impact. I'm so sorry sweet boy that mommy had to leave you for 8 weeks. I would never have planned things the way they turned out. You are my sweetie pie and I love you with every fiber of my being. Mommy is here to stay. Don't be sad and don't worry, I'm not leaving you.
Heather
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Poor Baby! If I was there I'd just give him a big old hug! :(
Dana
What a hard day!! It makes me tear up hearing all of that. You don't realize how much they know...
It is almost scary how perseptive kids are. They always are tearing at our hearts.
Love, Greta
The title of this Post should be "Mascara Alert". I'm sorry you guys had a rough day yesterday! Hugs & Love to you both!
sweet Lukey, he is a boy with a big heart. as he gets older he will always have a soft spot for those that have had this same experience.
on another note, the man with the sick cat that the police were chasing is a neighbor of one of my co-workers. she said that he was crazy. he had many more animals at his house, it is a pretty crazy story.
Hi Heather!
Got a link to your blog from Brian and Trina's. Hope you don't mind. Read through some of your old posts to see what was going on with you guys- so sorry to hear about all that happened. However, you do look FABULOUS! Just wanted to say hi!!! Come visit our blog when you get a chance!
-Holly Bartos bartosland.blogspot.com
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