Baby D goes under the knife

We are quickly approaching the day (2 left) that my sweet little boy gets surgery. Ok so it isn't anything serious, he's getting tubes and the frenulum on his upper lip cut, still it is heart wrenching. I feel like I have been eating stomach acid. I went through this with my daughter twice. It is horrible. They come in and take your starving screaming baby from your arms. She was grabbing at me screaming my name all down the hall. I stayed strong until the sounding slam of the doors and fell in the chair crying. I am certain it was a pretty dramatic scene but this is my baby we are talking about here!!!! I am pretty sure that Baby D's operation will go about the same. Me crying hysterically in the surgery center. It might make the news, splendid indeed. I have tried to figure a million and five ways to get the little buddy out of it but none are truly valid. He received a stay in Nov. because he stopped breathing on Halloween. Apparently they don't like to use anesthesia on babies a week after their mommies resuscitate them. I think it's in their insurance or something. So, I'm not religious but I will pretend it was God's intervention.(please note I am such a heathen that I spelled GOD wrong three times before typing if properly, not a good sign by any means) I would not like a similar intervention since I still have flash backs of his blue little face, but can't the center have a fire or something simple? What about burnt popcorn in the microwave. You know how it gives off that toxic scent. Then they can peacefully evacuate. That would be very nice. Instead I will be getting up too early on Thurs. ripping my drowsy baby from his warm crib and ushering him off to a group of strangers. These people will poke prod and make him hurt. Baby Buddy will not understand why his Mommy is letting that happen and why the hell she just doesn't stop crying, he's the one in pain. Plus he will be extra upset since he cannot drink his morning milk yet and is full of crummies in his tummies. This will all be contained inside the swirl of my daughter moving about singing loudly to everyone that is in earshot while my husband yells at her to knock it off. It will be a jolly affair indeed.