We went to meet with the surgeon today. When she operated on me, I wasn't married yet and so I kind of figured she wouldn't know the name. As soon as she walked into the conference room she said "Hey, I know you!" It was so nice to be remembered six years later. She said "So, your baby got your genes, no problem." She proceeded to bring our her "portfolio" of before and after pics, the results were amazing, you could barely tell these children had clefts. She didn't delve into too much of the technical medical stuff, just reassured us that all would be fine and that things were way more advanced than they were 30 years ago.
I left feeling a level of comfort. I think my husband was hoping for more cut and dry information. My thought was, if I trusted this woman with performing such a major surgery on myself and had good experiences, then she could be trusted with caring for my child as well. The one thing that really swayed my decision was that as they were putting me under anestesia, SHE was the one who was holding my hand and telling me not to worry that she was going to take excellent care of me. How many surgeons do that? If she did that for me and I was an adult, then I knew she would give my baby the same love and care.
We'll see her again after the baby is born.....
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