We drove to the clinic and I was whisked into the prep room. I was the first to go. The nurse, a female this time, was very brisk and to the point in regards to what she wanted me to do. Doctor Almanza came in. He explained the procedure and what I was to expect. We discussed my concerns with nursing and even tailored a pain management plan that would allow me to feed my baby just one day post op. Yay. He even switch my antibiotics to breast feeding friendly ones.
My biggest fear going into the OR was not pain or not knowing what to expect. It was the fear of leaving my four kids and baby boy behind. The same brisk nurse saw me start to cry. She very generically said in English that everything would be okay because the doctor does this all the time. But when I explained in Spanish my true fear and I mention my children, a softness came over her and she said " Put your trust in God. We, even us at the hospital, are in His hands." She said this and I looked to my left where I saw a large picture of the Dome of the Rock, the third most holiest place for Muslims located in Jerusalem, plastered on the wall. It was comforting.
Dome of the Rock in Jerusalem
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