Just Before Surgery.
The doctor asked me to go in with him as they were administering the anesthetics. It was heartbreaking as I watched him panic as the face mask was placed around his mouth and nose. His eyes were pleading with me to help. My heart broke as I calmly explained that he was going to be okay, and that I would be there as soon as he was done. I told him I loved him. I told him to be brave. I told him that I knew he could do it. I then instructed him to breath the medicine deep into his lungs. He slowly calmed down, and starting breathing in the anesthetics. Within seconds, he was out, and they were ready to begin surgery. As I was leaving, the doctor said that she needed me to train her other parents on how to talk to their children before surgery. The thing is--I was able to remain calm in front of Jacob; however, I was a wreck as soon as I left his side. My husband wrapped me in his arms, and I let myself cry for a moment. My sweet little boy was scared, and I was a little bit too. I hoped and prayed that my words of assurance would be accurate.
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