My beautiful brave little 3 year old was waiting for the surgeon to walk in. She sat in the hospital gown with an IV in her arm. She was pale, all dark eyes and quivering lips, but no tears. My husband and I kept the smile plastered firmly in place and tried as hard as we could to distract her. The doctor did come and she was given some sleepy medicine through her IV. It got much harder to hold the smile. We prayed and she slid into sleep in the prayer. I burst into tears.
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