The Operation
It was the Sunday night, the eve of Evelyn's operation. We were sat in our room in NICU having some food. I remember we had a McDonalds, as that was the easiest and most accessible at the time, but I distinctly remember it tasting of nothing. My whole body started to shake, I couldn't control it. I was so scared that the next morning Evelyn would be having her operation, that my body just couldn't cope and was so on edge. The next morning we went to her bedside and had cuddles first thing. I held her so tightly. Then the surgery team came to see us. The surgeon was renowned for his work in this field and we felt she was in safe hands. We had to go through the paperwork so we followed the surgical team to the family room to discuss the consent forms and sign them. There is only one statement that I remember from the discussion, it haunts me to this day. The anaesthetist explained her role and how precarious an operation on such a young baby is. She then stated that 'I...