The Night Before Surgery

 The night before surgery is probably the worst night ever. It’s like Christmas Eve, except instead of excitement, it’s anxiety that fills your stomach.

I can never sleep. Every possible scenario floods my mind as I toss and turn, begging my brain to rest.

This time, it’s hitting me harder. Peanut doesn’t really understand what’s coming. We spent today having fun, trying to keep things light and normal, but tomorrow we’ll walk him down that long hallway and hand him over to the surgical team.

He’ll wake up in pain, swollen and confused, and I can’t explain why. I know it’s necessary, but knowing that doesn’t make it easier.

I don’t know why God allows little babies to endure so much. I spend the night pleading for understanding, wondering if I ever will.

The night before surgery is the worst night. But as I watch him sleep, I’m reminded how brave he is, and how steady God’s hand has been through it all. Tomorrow will bring hard moments, but it will also bring healing. And tonight, that’s enough.

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