His Nanny

2. Preperations

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It had been a week since I had left Dr. Ross's office and found my mother leaning against my car with her head in her hands. Weeks of worry pouring out her. We sat on the pavement for an hour and a half until she was ready to go back to my parents home.

Finally it had reached the day for her to go into hospital for her surgery tomorrow. It was hard getting her hospital bag ready with her but she was happy with all the new pyjamas and books I'd bought. Anything to get a smile from her was worth it.

My Aunt and Uncle came to show their support at my mothers before we left but my Aunty found it too hard. She was my mothers younger sister and couldn't even think of loosing her. I understood and I was happy to be strong for my mother but I couldn't do it for my Aunt Tracey also. My Uncle Peter was struggling to calm her and eventually they left because it wasn't helping my Mum cope with today's events.

Everyone seemed to coming out of the woodwork to text me or my mum, wishing her good luck and the best of health. It was heart warming but played as a constant reminder to my Mum of what was going to happen very soon.

When we arrived at the hospital it was a long walk to her ward. Carrying the hospital bag wasn't half as heavy as the weight already on my shoulders. I promised her I would be strong through this and I've not yet shed a tear. It's come close but I'd never show her. She needed a rock right now and I was it.

When we arrived at reception I internally sighed at the stack of paperwork to be filled out. I told my mother to go and get comfortable on the bed she was given and that I would be in once I'd finished filling them out. I had just finished on the first line of page one when the nurse at reception coughed to gain my attention.

"Is everything alright?" I couldn't help but look embarrassed. The look she was giving me was the look I would give my children in class when they'd done something awful like push or hit another child.

"Miss, they are for the patient to fill out. You need to get the patient back and get her to do these." She looked to be in her fifties and I couldn't help but think that she was on some massive power trip. Unfortunately I wasn't the type of person to stand up for myself. I happily admit I'm a push over and I find it hard to say no when I'm faced with a strong, overpowering personality.

"Umm...is it at all possible for me to fill them out? I'm her daughter and can fill these out better than my mother. She's not dealing with the whole situation very well and I'm trying not to put to much pressure on her." I looked at the forms again but pushed myself to make eye contact with the nurse. She seemed to soften ever so slightly but her answer was the same.

"I'm sorry Miss. I'm afraid it's hospital policy. The patient receiving the treatment must fill out the form." I stared at her for a few seconds and couldn't believe how much it rattled me that a hospital would have such a shocking policy.

"Might I ask what happens if the patient is unconscious, special needs or in a state of shock therefore rendering them from being able to fill out such detailed and important paperwork?" I couldn't believe what I was saying and I definitely couldn't make eye contact when I said it. I looked directly at my mothers name that I had written on the first line in black capital letters.

"Well then, in such a case, a close relative or friend who knows the patient would be asked." She was getting confused and this was my chance to get what I wanted.

"Well, as we've already discussed, my mother isn't dealing with the situation well and is in a state of shock. If she was asked to fill these out she would probably faint, leaving her unconscious which would mean I would have to fill them out in the end anyway. Let's save the hassle of you having to give her any treatment for fainting and possibly hitting her head and have me fill them out first as last shall we?"