Surgery

I must start out with an apology to my readers, I realize it has been a very long time since my last post and I apologize for that. I have been having severe joint pain and stiffness in my fingers and wrists making it rather difficult to blog regularly.

Yesterday was a big first for me as a mom, my two year old had surgery. Granted it was a minor out-patient procedure I have known was coming since his birth, yet it was still an experience for me. My mom and I drove him down to the Children's Hospital in Aurora early in the morning; he was still rather sleepy and although I had told him he was going to have surgery I know he had no idea what was coming. After being stuck in stand-still traffic on I-25, we arrived 30 minutes late and still they got us right back to pre-op with no wait. God had blessed us with a cancellation in the surgery schedule so we got through the check-in and pre-op process in less than 45 minutes, we had planned on a two hour wait between check in at 8:15 and surgery at 10:15. The surgeon came in to talk to us about the procedure, followed by the LPN, three Anesthesiologists, and the nurse who would be assisting and we were off; my mom and I put on our lovely white paper suits, blue hats and masks and my little man walked right into the OR with no hesitation or fear. He looked so samll to me laying there on that table. He didn't even fight the anesthetic mask, he laid there holding my hand took a few breaths and drifted off. Then I had to leave him in the care of these strangers who would be operating on him.

After a surprisingly good cafeteria breakfast, some light chatting with my mom and a little knitting, they were ready to let me go back to him while he woke up. As I listenined to young childrenand babies waking up in recovery, screaming like I have never heard, I waited anxiously for my little guys eyes to open, thanking God the surgrey had gone exceptionally well, he had not been afraid, there had been no drama, I quietly prayed that he would wake up just as well. And he did! Not one tear, not even a grimmace or a whimper. He woke up quietly drank some juice and we were on our way home an hour later. throughout the evening he just amazed me with his resillience, by 4:00 you would have never guessed he'd had anything done at all, he was up running around happy as can be.

God worked so many things together yesterday, I am in awe that He would so intricately orchestrate such a simple thing. Not only did He show His hand in how well the surgery and recovery went (and are still going as there is no swelling or bruising and Aaden is in no pain at all) but He made the surgery on a Wednesday, Sean had off, and the big boys were at day camp. Sean only had to stay with the girls and they gave him a pretty rough time, but God knew how much Sean could take and arranged for me to get home early and take over.

What a mighty God we serve!