J's Surgery

So yesterday was a bit nerve-racking for me. My little J. underwent eye surgery. It is a pretty straight forward and inevasive surgery, but he is my baby and all I could think about was the fact that they were putting him under anesthesia. He has a lazy eye that is not getting corrected with his glasses and so they clipped the eye muscles and reattached them to each eye after movign them a bit. The Dr. said there is an 80% success rate, so we figured after much prayer that we would go ahead with it.

The entire surgery lasted for only about an hour and the Dr. was very pleased with how well it went. His recovery wasn't so bad either. Mike and I took turns holding him and rocking him in the rocking chair during his recovery. He just whimpered a bit. But as soon as Mike took him and sang to him while rocking him he calmed right down. Funny thing, it's a Grateful Dead song that he sings to all our children to comfort them and they all LOVE IT!

He didn't have any nausea and began eating and drinking fairly quickly. He is still having a bit of discomfort, but all in all is doing very well. He is acting up a bit by disobeying and being grumpy, but we were told that is normal... children behave differently after surgery. I think I would be grumpy too after what he went through if I were him!

I know that it was the prayers of family and friends that made it such a calm experience for me. Days before the surgery I was a wreck, so very nervous. The day of the surgery I was extremely calm... it was almost scary how well I was coping. There was only one time I ALMOST cried. It was right before he went back to surgery. I was holding him in my arms and he had just been given a dose of that medication that basically knocks you out so he wouldn't have a memory of going back to the OR. As I looked down at this precious little bundle that I was holding I was overwhelmed with so much love for this sweet little boy who has blessed my life abundantly. It was in that moment I was able to reflect on just how much he means to me. I asked Father in Heaven to please watch over my baby and protect him... and I know He did.

It was funny, before he went back and after he was doped up he pointed to the ceiling and said, "Look, there's a grandma." I looked up and didn't see anything, but I wondered, "Is he seeing somebody there?" I know angels attended him, I'm certain he saw some. I am positive my grandparents were there with him. I am so grateful for the power of prayer. It is real. I sometimes struggle with prayer; I suppose it is my own pride that gets in the way. But I am telling you now that I have a testimony of prayer. It's power is real, it is the direct line to Heavenly Father and when I am open I hear His answers! Thank you to all of you who were praying for our family, it meant the world to me.

Now we get to wait about a month to find out if the surgery was successful. So I will be offering more prayers in my son's behalf... hoping that those eye muscles will cooperate and begin to function properly.