I had an Under The Sea pool party planned for the little diva’s third birthday party. We had already bought an “Ariel” mermaid two piece-bathing suit which her Kuya M frowned upon and a back up Hawaiian swimsuit for her pre-swim/meeting-her-guests outfit. But two weeks prior to her big day , we already knew that the celebration had to be postponed. She had contracted an eye infection that didn’t get better after weeks of medications. First on the upper left lid, then in the lower left lid and then, to my dismay, it spread to her right eye. The purple sunglasses she wore wasn’t a fashion statement, it was for protection against irritants.
And so two days before her big day, husband A and I accompanied our daughter R inside the pre-operation holding room. Her doctors agreed she needed surgery to scrape out the lumps that had hardened. She was such a trooper! The procedure required six hours of fasting and we knew for sure that she would ask for milk (as she always does) well before time was up. But she didn’t. The nurses all thought she was a darling. “Malusog!” they said. When they asked what her nickname was , she said “Princess”! We dressed her up in hospital issued pj’s. and a cap.
When the ophthalmologist and anaesthesiologist came, they reassured me that everything will be ok. I told them with a shaky voice, “Please take care of my daughter.” I had to hide in one of the cubicles because my tears were welling up and I didn’t want my baby girl to see . We decided that Daddy would be the one to go with the princess to the operating room. He told me that she fell asleep after only three seconds of inhaling the sleeping gas. “I love you my pretty R. Daddy will be here when you wake up” and with one last kiss, A was escorted out to the recovery room. It was the longest 45 minutes of waiting.
R was covered with a green blanket and crying when I saw her after the operation. “Mom, I want to go hone (home)!” I hugged her ,”Yes sweetie, we’re going home”.
THE NEXT DAY
We went to mass and offered prayers for R’s complete healing. My little girl is always the best dressed girl during Sunday church and our neighbors always smile when she passes by. Thank God for small blessings such as being able to hear Mass together as a family. Thank God for big blessings like guiding the able hands of my daughter’s doctors. I pray for “regular” days like this when simple things are made special just because everyone is healthy and well.
To our family and closest friends who prayed for a successful operation, thank you very much. The little diva is back and doing well. 🙂