Well, as you know, Edward's last tendon release surgery went well. We had that done at Shriner's and the doc was able to get a good stretch of his right foot. It has almost caught up to his left. However, we had gone up with Edward to meet anesthesiologist in the prep room and I specifically told them where they could easily put an iv in. They didn't listen and Edward had pretty good bruises on the inside of both his elbows. They eventually placed it where I had told them. I was furious. It made me realize that I cannot trust anybody with my baby. It made me glad that God made me opinionated, loud, and a bit controlling. I have to be for Edward's sake.
The next day, Edward would not eat or sleep. He cried in pain. I noticed that his hernia had gotten bigger so I took him to the ER. Waste of my time. They didn't do anything. So I called Seattle Children's and they decided that we should move his surgery date up. So surgery is this Wednesday the 21st. They will be fixing his hernia, dropping his testes, and giving him a circumcision. This will be his first major surgery, so please pray he can recover easily and not have any post-op pain.
Wanna hear a funny story? Last March, before I had Edward, after one of my many ultrasounds, a social worker came in to talk to me. She gave me a birth plan and told me to think about my answers and fill it out. 'Yeah, Yeah,' I thought to myself. 'I have seen these before,' so I stuck it in my bag. That weekend, Adam was on spring-break so we decided to drive down to Portland. On the way, I decided look through the birth plan. I started bawling. I didn't realize the doctors wanted answers to questions like: "How long do you want to be with your baby while he/she is dying or has died," "What kind of after-death care would you like," Would you like us to resuscitate your baby," "What kind of breathing assistance and/or ventilation would you like your baby to have." I was devastated. It was supposed to be natural vs. medicine, caesarean vs. vaginal, family vs. no family in the room. (I tell this story for my memory's sake.) I truly forget, towards the final days of my pregnancy, how dire the situation was. The doctors really did tell me that they didn't think Edward would make it. I do have a miracle baby. I seriously can't believe I endured all that.
Last week was birthday week. Harv's one day, the next, mine. Crazy, busy, fun times.
So, the other day I went to a Mom's group at my church and they wanted to introduce new babies. I introduce Edward as 'my miracle baby' and they wanted an explanation. So I give my short, modified, quick version and in doing so, I am holding Edward up so he is looking at me. The WHOLE entire time I told my story he just stared at me and then smiled at some parts of the story. It was the most precious thing. I could have died in that moment and all the mom's melted.
|i could eat him up!|
|me and sweetness|