I'm in the waiting room. Waiting. You would think I would be used to this part. Or at least be able to enjoy the solitude, such a rarity, but I can never seem to. I always bring a book but I never read it.
The Boy did not go quietly. Which makes this part that much harder. I kept talking to him about going with the nurse and being brave. When it came down to it, though, she had to carry him kicking and screaming. Watching him being carried away as he despirately calls out to me was slighly heart wrenching. A few nurses gathered around. I wondered if they were there for him or me. Even as I walked down the hallway to get my purse I could still hear him crying for me.
This is the hard part. I know this is neccessary, but he doesn't. I know I wouldn't send him off like this unless it was for our good. But he doesn't.
This is the part I don't like.
The Boy did not go quietly. Which makes this part that much harder. I kept talking to him about going with the nurse and being brave. When it came down to it, though, she had to carry him kicking and screaming. Watching him being carried away as he despirately calls out to me was slighly heart wrenching. A few nurses gathered around. I wondered if they were there for him or me. Even as I walked down the hallway to get my purse I could still hear him crying for me.
This is the hard part. I know this is neccessary, but he doesn't. I know I wouldn't send him off like this unless it was for our good. But he doesn't.
This is the part I don't like.
2 comments:
Sorry he had such a rough time. Hopefully it won't be too much longer. Just think how happy he'll be to see you!
Poor you and poor him. Hopefully he won't remember it long and you can spoil him rotten when he gets out :)
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