Luke's eye surgery went really well! It was a simple procedure to unclog a tear duct in his right eye. He had to be put under, but only briefly. He was gone from us for about 20 minutes before the doctor came out and told us he did great! It was a long day...we had to wake up around 2:30 am so we could get ready to go and be checked in at Sacred Heart in Spokane by 6 am. We were home by 10:30! Luke slept the whole way home, and was back to his normal, happy self by the time he got up from his afternoon nap. God is so good!
Dad and Luke waiting to get checked in
Luke pointing out that we weren't allowed to have coffee while we waited for him :)
Mom and Luke
Getting his blood pressure, temperature, etc.
Checking out the bed and putting on his little gown...it was so cute!
Little tiger gown
Hospital bracelet around his little ankle...we compared it to the one he had when he was born when we got home. What a difference!
In recovery, trying to reattach the little pulse monitor to his toe.
It was one of those days where nothing went like it normally does, right from the start. The babies slept in, which in normal land would be a good thing, but around here it meant that they took crappy morning naps. Which, in turn, meant that they were overtired by the time their afternoon nap came around and Emily didn't fall asleep for over an hour and Luke didn't fall asleep AT ALL. And screamed for 3 hours straight. And if that doesn't grate on your nerves, friends, then you can give me lessons.
I had a friend over, and I was supposed to be helping her get some things done, but I'm sure I was more of a hindrance than a help.
I have been sick for the past 3 weeks. I'm on the mend, but still not feeling my best. And I'm tired. So, SO tired. And I'm behind on everything. Laundry piled practically to the ceiling. I haven't made baby food in ages, and have been feeding my poor children applesauce from a jar. Which, I know, isn't the end of the world, but it isn't how we generally do things around here.
Luke is having eye surgery tomorrow. It's a simple procedure to unclog a tear duct, and it's very, very routine. But still. It's my baby, and he is going to be put under and he is going to be away from me. And to me, it's a big deal.
So with the chaos of tired babies, and not getting any laundry done, and screaming babies, and trying to get things packed and organized for tomorrow for TWO babies in TWO different locations, and SCREAMING babies, and STILL not getting any baby food made and oh good Lord will they EVER STOP SCREAMING, I had a bit of a meltdown. I called my poor husband at work and got angry at him over things that were not his fault and were totally out of his control. And I cried and cried and cried.
Then Bill called Scott on his way home, just to see how things were going, and offered to come over and mow our lawn. A kind, simple gesture that I'm sure he didn't think much of, but I don't think he'll probably ever completely know how much that hour and a half meant to me. To my family. It was such a blessing, a HUGE blessing on a day when I needed it the most and deserved it the least. A shiny, silver lining to the big black cloud I lived under today.
Thank you, Bill. And thank you, God, for putting such wonderful, kind friends into our life. They are truly a blessing.