11. small hopes and an update.

This post is getting out late today, but I am happy to just be posting.  Also, consider yourself warned that I may say something ridiculous.  I meant to have a couple of posts written before my surgery that would post automatically, but I only got Thursday’s done.  So today I am writing this as I’m recovering. 

Thank you so much to everyone for praying for me as I had surgery yesterday.  I had a laparoscopic cholecystectomy, and everything went well.  Yesterday, for the most part, is a blur to me, and tomorrow I will probably say the same about today.  I’m in a decent amount of pain, but it’s well-controlled.  And this morning I had oatmeal for breakfast, and for the first time in over a year didn’t feel nauseous afterwards.  I have been looking forward to being able to eat normally again for so long!  I’m hopeful that this keeps up!  


This is a bit of a stretch, but that’s really my only tie in to the theme of 31 days of hope – I’ve been hoping to feel better for such a long time.  Holding out hope that this surgery is a positive step in the right direction.  Thank you again for all of the support.  Much love! 


10. in every season.

“I will bless the Lord at all times;
his praise shall continually be in my mouth.” 
Psalm 34:1

By the time this posts I will be at the hospital getting ready to have surgery to have my gall bladder removed.  Would you please pray for me this morning as I have this surgery?  I am very hopeful that it will help me to feel better!  Thank you for reading, thank you for loving us.



Joining the Nester for 31 days of writing in October.  To see all of my 31 days of hope posts click here.

a slight set-back.

Recovery was going well, as well as to be expected.  Little man ate and drank a bunch on the day of surgery, but Tuesday and Wednesday he hardly ate a thing and it took all our efforts to get liquids in him.  Wednesday evening the little man came down with a fever, which climbed up to that magic number they said to “call if your child gets this”.  Little man spent an hour and a half straight sitting in his Daddy’s lap watching a movie with us.  This has never happened.  Ever.  So we were worried, but he was tired and we put him to bed.  A few hours later he woke up screaming and I found him sitting in his crib covered in vomit and burning up.  That magic fever number had been hit, so I called the doctor’s office at 12:50 am.  Bless that Dr. who called me back at 1 am.  I know it’s part of his job, but part of your job or not, no one wants to be woken up at 1 am by a freaked out mom.


sick boy



This morning his fever is down to 101.2.  You know it’s a bad day when you’re happy to see a fever get down to 101.  So we’re having a sick day over here.  Lots of cuddling [I’m not complaining], plenty of meds, and not very much drinking of fluids.  But plenty of TRYING to get a certain little boy to drink up.  It’s hard to know whether it’s surgery related or whether the little guy is just that unlucky to catch a virus while recovering from surgery.  Either way, prayers are appreciated!


sick day


the miracle of modern medicine.

There are parents who co-sleep, there are parents who are adamant about kids sleeping their owns beds.  To each his own.  Whatever you do is fine.  We’ve done both.  I’ve never liked Jack sleeping in our bed, but it’s been the easier option a lot.  He didn’t sleep well as a newborn unless he was held.  Enter, our bed.  He has never slept well when he’s had ear problems.  11 ear infections in his 18 months of life [that’s with a 5 month infection-free window of tubes in there] meant lots of not sleeping well.  Enter, our bed.  But while he had those tubes in, buddy, you better believe he slept in his room, in his bed, and we ALL slept good.

It didn’t come easy.  We had to do the whole crying thing.  Sometimes I talk to moms who think I must have an easy sleeper– not the case.  We had to earn that [and get tubes] but it was so worth it.  The last 7 weeks Jack has been sick, and up until yesterday he had at least one ear if not both infected for six straight weeks.  So he’s been sleeping in our bed all that time.  When I share that with people, some people express that I use his sickness or ears as an excuse.  It’s irritating when I get this reaction, but I don’t let it bother me because he really is in pain or uncomfortable and needs us there.  I tell them that while I love a good snuggle, I really like having my own bed and this is a need that our little guy has right now.  A real need, not made up.

So yesterday, the day after surgery, it was nap time, so I tried getting him to sleep in our bed but he wasn’t going for it.  So I asked him if he wanted to sleep in his bed.  We walked upstairs, turned on his music, got his pacis and lovey, I gave him a kiss, laid him down and walked out the door.  He slept in his crib for 2 and a half hours.  This is a miracle to us.  I know there are bigger needs and miracles out there, I’m not trying to be dramatic.  But I don’t want to minimize this.  It’s huge for us.  And to me, just reminds me of the miracle of modern medicine.  My sons ears have hurt him for almost 7 weeks straight, and the day after he gets relief, he can sleep fine just like he used to.  Miracle.

surgery is done.

Thank you for your prayers for our sweet Jack over the last many weeks!  It means so much to us to know we’ve had so many people thinking about him and us and praying on our behalf.  Yesterday Jack had surgery to place new tubes in his ears and he had an adenoidectomy.  The surgeon removed the old tubes that had fallen out, placed the new ones, and took out little man’s adenoids.  And it all went great!  He said he really hopes these tubes stay in longer.  He said the average length of time for them to stay in is 9-15 months, and Jack’s only stayed in for 5 months the first go around.  5 glorious months though!  So he wished us extra luck for tubes that stay put.  We pray for that, too.  He also said that Jack’s adenoids were huge!  He said it should help a lot with nasal congestion, snoring, and ear infections.  He asked us if Jack snored.  Jack snores like an old man.  And he has for as long as I can remember.  He was my little newborn who sawed logs in his sleep.  So loud.  I can’t imagine him not snoring every night.  But I’m so glad it will help him.


On to the pictures.  [Warning: you will be so tired of sleepy/surgery baby pictures after this post]




Lots of pre-op activity.  But once the happy juice hit, this kid didn’t mind one bit.  He was totally limp in my arms.  And I think he is too precious in this little hospital gown.  I loved it the first time, I loved it the second.  I hope he never has to wear it a 3rd.











Post-op in recovery.  This is me saying to Tommy “do you believe this??”  This kid who is always go-go-go was so chilled.  He would open his eyes and they’d flutter shut.  He would say a word in his precious oh-so-hoarse voice and then fall right back asleep.  I think I was just  so surprised because it wasn’t like this after he had just the tubes in May.  But this procedure was, obviously, more complicated than the first time and also required more from anesthesia.  I was just happy he wasn’t on oxygen!  In pre-op the anesthesiologist [who was awesome!] warned us that he could be on oxygen afterwards since he’s had some lung issues recently.  She said sometimes they don’t go quite as smoothly from the breathing tube to room air transition, so don’t be surprised.  Thankfully, Jack did great and didn’t need it!











And I enjoyed every moment of snuggling.  Also, their rocking chair was so comfortable!  Must find a chair like that for Baby 2’s room.





He was thirsty but sleepiness would win over and that juice would pop out of his mouth every time.  Then his eyes would flutter open and he’d try again.  Sometimes stopping to show us that his finger was a light.





Then he woke up and wanted his Dada.  And again, quickly went from this…





to this.  And while this may seem like a lot of pictures of the same thing over and over, I have about 2 dozen more on my phone.  I could.not.get.over.it.  And was meanwhile, eating up what the recovery nurse was saying about how Jack would probably sleep a lot and not to wake him if he slept longer than usual.  I was thinking we had a great day of snuggling and cuddling ahead of us!






He was like that the car ride home, too, so we brought him in and came straight to bed thinking we might all nap together.  Jack had no intentions of napping.  I think he wanted to – maybe? – but couldn’t.  It was like that sleepy child at the hospital disappeared and we had a wild, post-anesthesia, on pain meds, child on our hands.  After talking to my dad [the pharmacist] we concluded that the pain medication had the opposite effect on Jack.  It still seemed to help with his pain, which was most important, but it did not make him sleep.  I’d be out for days with a pill of that stuff… this child on the other hand, it was like we’d given him speed.  It was rough for 1, because I hardly slept at all the night before so I really wanted that nap, and B because he was tired and worn out and loopey and off-balance but just couldn’t sleep.  So he bounced from toy to toy and walked side ways and tried to climb for hours.




This was about 20 minutes after we got home.  He wanted to walk around in my boots.  He was so goofy.




Later he did nap, we all did, for about an hour and a half.  And then he was up and running again.  He did great yesterday.  Not his usual self, of course, but really good considering he’d had surgery.  He also ate A LOT.  Soft foods only.  But he took them down.



Again, we are so thankful for your support and are so thankful that surgery day has come and gone!