It's been a busy day. The other day we got a call from Children's, notifying us to be at the outpatient surgery center at 6:00 AM. Yeek! So we crawled out of bed at 4:30, snuck some cereal and coffee so that Ryan wouldn't see, and I went in to get him from bed. We're at Grammy and Grampy's, so the boys are snuggled in the same bed. He was so precious. He was all curled up, snuggling some wadded-up sheet. I plucked him out of bed as gently as I could, carrying his warm little boy body to the bathroom. The first thing he said was "Finally you are going to the building!" Believe it or not, he was looking forward to this. Once he did his thing, we walked straight to the van and headed into downtown.
I was amazed at how many people are out and about at 5:15 in the morning on a Thursday... and everyone apparently has someplace important to be. This country girl had a rather exciting time with the construction and traffic on LBJ! Between a concrete wall and a semi at 70 MPH is not exactly my favorite way to wake up. You know I'm nervous when I put down my coffee!
The parking garage was empty, so we pulled Ryan out of the van. Armed with charged iPods and iPad and mommy's crochet bag (keeping my hands busy is a good thing), we went to the door of the surgery center to find that it wasn't open! A lady who was thankfully there early, who hadn't received the memo that we were to be there that early, let us in after checking to make sure we were supposed to be there. They usually don't start anything until 6:45, but wanted to get Ryan in before things got crazy.
Just the first thing to thank the Lord for.
Ryan, well practiced by his resourceful daddy, let the nurse take his vitals. He even seemed to enjoy the blood pressure cuff! Then she led us to Ryan's little pre-op room. He found the bed kinda cool, and even wore the pajamas with only a little creativity on mommy's part and a tiny bit of convincing.
Once he was able to leave, we walked to find and elevator (after the obligatory wheelchair ride to the van) where he walked on like a big boy. The back of the elevator was glass, and he wasn't terribly sure about watching the scenery go by, but we could tell he thought it was cool anyway. All eight floors.
The difference in this recovery photo and the ones from when he was a baby are striking. He's not a baby anymore... and he's amazing. We're so thankful again for that cold that caused us to take him to the doctor that led to discovering glaucoma before he lost his sight. We're thankful for Grammy being so willing to not only host us for the night before and tonight but for loving on our two littles while we were at the surgery center.
And all my worries? All my fears about how horribly this could go, how I just imagined him tearing an IV out of his arm, all that mess? None of it transpired. A few phone calls into the process, the peace that passes understanding came over us as we saw God's hand yet again in giving us an autism mama to help us plan. Everyone was wonderful, and it's all done, and the next time we'll be a lot less nervous. I'm so thankful for Dad encouraging us to call ahead in the first place. Honestly, folks, I was NOT okay with this at the beginning. Our sweet boy has been through and goes through so much, I hate putting him through more. But we needed a good pressure read.
Further proof that when you seem backed into a corner, the only way to get out is to look up... reach up... and He'll give you ways to step out. He's done it for us over and over. Time and again.
Now we're going to go tuck the kids into bed and enjoy a little more time here before we head south tomorrow. But before I check out, I gotta show this to you...
Those were taken after Ryan's first EUA, the one about six months after his two surgeries. He was sleeping off the medication on his Daddy's chest, and I believe Daddy was resting too. Time has flown, friends. And I don't think it's stopping anytime soon. So we'll enjoy them while we have them!
Thanks be to God for it all!!!