Ruby had tubes put into her ears on Tuesday morning. I have to admit, I was a little nervous. Anesthesia. It's hard to spell, but it's even harder to imagine your child under it, completely limp, on an operating table. Would she be cold? Would she remember anything? Would she scream right before, when they put the mask over her mouth and nose? Would she wake up and remember that we let her be whisked off by a couple of complete strangers and brought to an unfamiliar place with unfamiliar things?
I hate the subconscious mind for its weazly ways. It breaks into your shallow situation and makes things deep and dark. I imagined the cloud that would appear when the doctor came into my waiting room and explained to me that Ruby wouldn't wake up, or something else just as mind-melting. Earth-shattering.
But that never happened. All of my worry and sleepless Monday night did nothing to deter the path of fate, which happened to be a perfect success.
She was under Anesthesia for ten minutes. That's the length of time it takes to order food in the Wendy's drive-thru. They handed me my baby Ruby wearing a hospital robe, cotton balls in her ears, and something taped to her toe.
We prayed for her, and being the little Heaven-sent child that all babies are, she was blessed by her Father and protected in her cause on earth. I feel very blessed. Especially because this was the most minor thing that any child has to go through, and hope this is all the medical problems she ever has.