The Call, The Test, The Appointment

The Call

It was 12:08 PM on Wednesday when I received the call. It lasted all of 3 minutes. “The heart team discussed Emmett’s case, and we are all in agreement that he needs immediate surgery. You will meet with the surgeon on Monday, and surgery is scheduled for Tuesday.”

 Naturally there are questions you want to ask, but you know you aren’t talking to the surgeon, so, there’s no point. All I can mutter is, “ok.”

I ended up texting the immediate group: hubby, mom, sister and nanny. They are the most important people in this scenario due to child care for Holden. Obviously, they all have questions that I don’t have answers for... but, we are getting through this as best as we can.

Even after this call, it didn’t feel real. Not yet.

The Test

You wouldn’t think getting Covid-19 tested would be so difficult with the pandemic in full effect, but it is. First, you have to get tested 48 hours before your surgery. Next, you need to find a place that is open on a Sunday, and last- well, they also have to be able to do pediatric tests- which means not a nurse, a doctor. So, Emmett and I will be heading down to Century City early Sunday morning to get this horrific nose test done. Poor guy. 

Yet, it still didn’t feel real. Not yet.

The Appointment

Everything has pretty much felt like a blur. My world is moving in slow motion like worm moving across the sidewalk after a rainy day. Yet, it’s also spiraling out of control in a tornado whirlwind that doesn’t seem to stop. 

I have an app on my phone that has all my appointments. I usually don’t check it due to it usually being a bill, but I was sitting on the couch waiting for morning meeting to start- and there it was. Surgery. 9AM. 

I think that’s when it finally hit. The first time I felt the tears drop. The first time I accepted that this Tiny but Mighty guy is going to have surgery. After all the phone calls. After all the appointments. After all the tests. It didn’t feel real until this moment. This was my moment.