Abundant Show of Grace

Wow! So, today was a big day for the Eudaly's. We sent our first child in for surgery. I realize having your tonsils and adenoids out is relatively routine--my only retort for that is, it isn't routine for me. Still, it was the first time where I wasn't the one being rolled down the corridor of the hospital...it was one of my babies. And for the first time in a REALLY LONG TIME, I actually felt every single minute of a 45 minute time period. For the most part time moves really quickly for me, I am constantly looking at my watch and realizing it is somewhere between 5 and 20 minutes later than I thought it was. But today, every time I looked at my watch I was surprised to see that only 2 minutes had passed. I'm telling you it was like waiting for Christmas when I was a kid.
But, really besides those 45 long minutes, it was a great day. God showed up and proved his faithfulness by answering prayers again today. And don't try and convince me that it is a routine surgery, blah, blah, blah.
I asked God to protect my sweet boy today, and he did.
Period.
And I am so very thankful for this abundant show of grace....


We hung out in the pre-op room.


And played with the blood pressure and oxygenation thingy. Don't even ask me how much this drove me crazy. Or how funny Daryn thinks it is that I don't think we should touch ANYTHING in the room. If the nurse says "he needs to stay in the bed", I think that means he needs to stay in the bed, and of course there is a whole "do not touch anything in the room" that is simply implied. But Daryn is of a completely different mindset about the whole thing....I digress.


So, they blew up gloves into roosters (again the whole "don't touch rule" does not apply apparently) to keep themselves entertained until it was time to go back.


And afterwards a grape popsicle was obviously in order. And I suppose it was the MORPHINE (yes, they apparently use morphine...I don't know, I'm just the mother) that made him ask when Dr. Murray was coming to get him to do the surgery.

Obviously, the best part of the whole thing, riding in the red wheelchair to the car. And let me try to adequately explain how truly devastated he was that we didn't get to take the wheelchair home (he was planning on keeping it in his bedroom).

So, we pulled into the surgery center at 9:30AM and pulled out at 12:28PM--and stopped for McDonald's chicken nuggets and french fries on the way home (yes, he ate every single bit of it). And played ALL afternoon and had pizza for dinner and cheese nips for an after dinner snack. And I kept waiting for him to crash...but he was amazing.

Tomorrow maybe a different story. The pain medicine may have worn off. His throat may hurt. He may be tired. But today was a good day, really a great day. That's how I know that God showed up today. And what can you say but Thank You?