The Glenn brought its own pain and anxiety. Handing that sweet girl over didn't get any easier because we had done it before. I remember pushing an empty stroller out of that pre-op room and for hours I could still smell her.
Waiting for news is a different story. Sitting and waiting is hard. The time runs together. The minutes drag by and your mind wanders to dark places. You sit next to laughing families waiting for their children getting their tonsils out, wondering how its possible at all that the world isn't standing still. All of these memories surround me these days. They're my constant companion as we prepare for the Fontan. In many ways its more difficult. She can communicate her discomfort. We have enjoyed our stolen time with this spirited girl. Will the outcome be the same?