As we approached Children’s Hospital this morning, Jordan sighed and said,
– Children’s Hospital. Another day, another nickel.
She’s in the O.R. now. It will be a few hours before we see her again. I’m all nerves. Unlike me, Jordan was witty, spirited and determined to get this done. I’m certain she was nervous, too. But it didn’t stop her from chatting with the nurses about rotations in the O.B. ward. Or from cracking a littany of jokes.
I’ve lost count of how often she takes my breath away. She was unbelievable this morning. The lead anesthesiologist asked me, “is she always this happy and talkative?” If only he knew.