Yeah. Having that trouble now.
I want to cry. I want to run a thousand miles away. I want to go to sleep and wake up and it's Wednesday morning and everything is fine.
Because on Tuesday, my tiny 5 year old Princess has to have a popcorn kernel removed from her ear under sedation and I don't know what's going to happen.
But I am imagining big.
I have kissed a child for the last time and left his body behind in a hospital before. Left with empty arms and broken heart.
And it isn't enough to say "Lots of kids have this done and they are fine" because I've had the freaky one-in-a-million chance of things going wrong before.
I am scared half out of my head and I don't know what to do.