Last Wednesday Max had his tonsils and adenoids taken out at the Jasper Hospital. It was such a hard day for both of us, Gabe was the only one calm and collected (he had to take care of both of us). Any time a mother has to see her child in pain it is just incredibly hard! Max is a brave little boy, but surgery was a daunting idea for him. We were at the hospital at 6:30 a.m. - got registered and watched some cartoons. My great Uncle Gerald came to pray over Max, and ended up staying the entire time to support us! God is so good!
Max completely freaked about taking the medicine that would make him drowsy, because he knew if he went to sleep it would be time for surgery. But after that drama was over - he became very loopy and just plain funny:) At one point he asked me what this one speaker was on the wall (which had a few buttons next to it). I told him it was probably to call the nurse in case we needed something. With his words slurring, he said "I'm gonna press one of those buttons and tell them to cancel surgery!" It was super cute, especially with the funny grin on his face! He also became enthralled with the idea of warming the hospital blankets in the "oven," but that is a whole other story:) Ha ha!
Waking up for him was really horrible - he was confused, in pain, and agitated! They came to get me so I could calm him down - his first request was to go home and his second request was for Gabe. So sweet...
This is his 3rd surgery, the first 2 being on his ears. They also checked his ears during this surgery and found big holes in both eardrums. He will have to have surgery when he is 6 years old to repair these - the doc thinks the holes did not close up after his tubes fell out, and then because of the severity of his ear infections when he was young, the blood flow was not sufficient and began to tear even more. So this is not his last surgery as a child, and we are not happy about that - to say the least:(
My grandma Raber called the day after surgery and really lined me out for being so down and out about Max - she reminded me that lots of children go through much worse things...and she is right! This was only minor, and I'm thankful that God watched over my sweet son! He is slowly getting better, but there are moments when he is still in alot of pain. I just try to keep the medicine in him and keep him comfortable...but tomorrow is our last day of summer vacation and I will have to leave him on Tuesday. I'm not looking forward to that day:(
In church this morning we sang a song that I'm sure a lot of you have heard, but it washed over me and made me feel a calm assurance that Max WILL get better and God is always with us! Here are the lyrics that spoke to my heart:
All is well with my soul,
He is God in control...
I know not all his plans,
but I know, I'm in His hands.
I hope all is well with your soul this evening - love you all!