Well, the best laid plans of mice and men often go awry… As much as my DH and I tried to keep it away from our twin sons that I was going in for surgery this far away from the date, Casey (aka Radar Ears) figured it out. While DH and I were playing with Casey, Casey mentioned “So, Momma, when are you going in for your surgery?” My jaw dropped to the floor.
I said, “Casey, how did you find out that I’m going in for surgery?”
Casey said, “I heard you and Poppa talking about it”
Then I told Casey that I was going to be OK, that the doctor was going to take the owie out of my tummy and that I was going to feel better. That was on Saturday. At this point, his twin brother, Kerry, doesn’t know yet.
Fast-forward to Sunday.
During dinner, Casey asks, “Momma, what’s 24+24+24+24?”
DH says “Well, that’s the same as 24×4, so that’s 96. Why, Casey?”
Casey then says, “Momma’s going to be in the hospital for 96 hours”
You could have heard a pin drop at that point. Kerry looks at me and says “You’re going to the hospital, Momma? Why?”
Then I went into the same thing that I told Casey- that the doctor is going to take the owie out of my tummy, etc. And I reminded him of his surgeries and how he felt afterward (Kerry has had 3 surgeries on his leg when he was a baby, and he had his tonsils/adenoids out last year).
So, now instead of having minimal build-up time for anxiety, I am now going to be facing two weeks of the boys’ possibly building up anxiety about me going in to the hospital. Any suggestions on how to handle this?