My daughter is having surgery on Monday and it's driving me crazy with worry. The surgery is a common one that must be performed many times daily in every hospital in the world but I don't care. This time it's being performed on my baby.
Whenever any of my kids, grandkids, or greatgrandkids are sick I can't live with myself because the worrying clouds my mind. I seem to be unable to see it all in perspective and, instead, worry myself sick about the tiny chance that something bad could happen. I know that, if it did, I'd die.
I didn't sleep well last night worrying about it. I've cancelled my Monday casino trip because I need to stay by the phone waiting to hear that she is out of surgery and resting well. I really do NEED to hear those words and will be completely on edge until I do.
It doesn't matter how old your babies are, you will worry about them in every way until the day you die. My babies are to blame for every wrinkle on my face and grey hair on my head! But I wouldn't have wanted to live my life without having those babies in the first place. Sigh!
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