the difference of being a daughter
November
is Adoption Awareness Month. In past years I have spent the
last weeks of October planning for Orphan Sunday and other events to
raise awareness of the needs of orphans around the world. Time did
not allow for those types of activities this year. This year
the last weeks of October were spent planning for my daughter's
surgery. Rearranging our house. Calling doctors and insurance
companies. Going to appointments. Arranging care for the other
children. Cooking and filling our freezer with meals. Making sure
everyone's love tanks were full for the coming months. And just
trying to prepare everyone for the days ahead.
We
woke Elie in the early morning hours while darkness still covered
everything outside. She found excitement in being awake while
all of her siblings slept in their beds. Snuggled up under her
new blanket in the back of Daddy's car she was all smiles. We
arrived at the hospital right on time and sat waiting for our
daughter's name to be called. "Eliana Judkins"
Yes. Yes, that is us.
The
three of us walked together to the back room. We played
together. We laughed together. Kevin and I helped her to
change to her hospital gown. She asked a million questions and
we answered every one. Every medical professional that
encountered us would ask this same question, "Are you mom and
dad?" Yes. Yes we are.
And
then it all seemed to happen so fast. Our little preparation
room was full of people. Eliana decorated her mask with a few
stickers and then the anesthesiologist said, "Okay follow me
Eliana." Kevin and I blew kisses and shouted i love yous.
She marched away with, again, a huge smile on her face. So
very, very confident and brave. After she was gone from sight,
the tears came. Part fatigue. Part fear of the unknown.
And part something that tugged at a memory of the first time I
saw her and how our hearts have grown together over the past two
years.
During
the preoperative phase there are some questions that you are asked
over and over again. One of these questions, "Has she ever
had surgery before?", weighs heavily on me after this
experience. The answer is Yes. Yes, she has had surgery
before. She was three and she lived in China. And I don't
know how she responded to the anesthesia or the pain medicine or any
of it. I only know that the surgery occurred and she was taken
to the hospital and then she was picked up after a few days. And
I know that she was an orphan. There was no one to answer "Are
you the mom and dad?" There was no one who cried when they
took her back for the procedure. There was no one who prepared
for that day for weeks and packed all her favorite things in her
special bag. There was no one asking questions and advocating
for her needs. There was no one to hold her hand and stroke her hair
when she didn't feel well. There was no one who sat beside her
every minute of every day and night as she recovered in the hospital.
There was no one because she was an orphan.
Today
all of that has changed. This time she is not an orphan. She
is a daughter. She is my daughter. And that makes all the
difference.
Just beautiful
ReplyDeleteIt breaks my heart every time I think about Elie being all alone for surgery in China. It must have been so frightening and lonely. Yes, being a daughter does make all of the difference. And she is now a much loved granddaughter, too. I pray that makes a difference now, and for the rest of her life.
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